Scarlet Petal

Scarlet petals soft to touch flutter to the ground Delicate as a summer breeze they do not make a sound The scent of roses fills the air gently all around Silent sweetness, scarlet petals, a sight quietly profound As time passes, petals wilt against their hardened bed Crackled up as death consumes that brilliant scarlet red Steadily advancing until all of the color has been bled Black engraves within the cells and there they will embed Nearing to extinction, the scarlet petal disappears Turning into dust and silent flowing tears The beauty of the petal remains not as it appears The softened memory and silent sweetness remains throughout the years