Tuesday, June 3, 2008

The lone rose

The single rose

stood in its field

watching the sky turn dark

she had served her use

when she was alive

but now her time had passed

She felt her energy

dwindling

as her petals

let go of their smell

her leaves went limp

and she could hardly tell

light from dark

The lone rose

stood in her field

watching the world

go dark

she had tried to smile

through death

but now her time had passed