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The Death of a Rose

    A gardener planted several seeds
    Amongst a pile of grass and weeds
    In hopes that they would never grow.
    Still time ticked on and continued so.

    Rain drops fell from skies of gray
    Eventually letting light give way
    And against the odds a flower grew
    As a sacred stem began to shew.

    Soon a bulb began to form
    As time went on like a raging storm.
    The bulb revealed a satin rose.
    How it survived nobody knows.

    The rose danced in the gentle breeze
    As pollen was brought by bumble-bees.
    Still the gardener did not know
    That the satin rose continued to grow.

    The rose stood up with elegant pose
    Destined with greatness with which God chose.
    A precious life amongst the weeds
    Innocence born from sacred seeds.

    One sunny day the gardener came out
    To see if or if not the roses had sprout.
    Like a surprised child she happened to see
    A fragile rose as lively as a tree.

    Quickly she lit a fiery flame
    And what she did next was a terrible shame.
    With a sudden flick and a hurried flash
    The rose turned into lifeless ash.

    Oh, oh, to the death of a rose.
    Why she killed it, God only knows.

    Oh, oh, to the death of a rose.
    Why she killed it, God only knows.

    Oh, oh, to the death of a rose.
    Why she killed it, God only knows.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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