Withering Rose
Withering rose
Garden full of life
Sunshine coming through the magnolia tree
Not to far from it is a beautiful rose
Trying to be,
As the years past
She blossomed to a beauty
She had someone to care for thee
She blossomed with the three
Who Stood by her,
Time is gone and it took a tall on her
There was no sun coming in the sky
Her petals one by one started to fall,
The garden was looking the same
In one corner where she remains
Early that morning
As her last petal fell
A butterfly flitted by,
And gentle voice asked
The garden won’t look the same
If you let go and die
Nobody notice her as she
Fades away except one little
Passer by
A gentle voice asked
What happened to your beauty?
And promised her
To send sunshine
To warm and give light
With your beauty
The garden will change
All over again
Copyright © Barbara Dumbovic | Year Posted 2012
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