Like a Flower

The future is bright, Rose blossoms She knows she is beautiful Nothing will keep her at the bottom Winds start blowing in a state pitiful Sad that she begins to wither Her beauty will soon fade Because of the harsh weather Staying strong so she lives to tell Reminiscing the precious past times The glorious sun rises. Wishing to turn back the hands of time But wishes are not horses. Will she survive the test of time Can the clock stop telling the time So she can have a second chance at life Aging gracefully, the only option left