The Rose
For all the beauty in the world,
I have waited just for you.
As night ascends, you will to rise,
In blood, with morning due.
The morning comes, and then the sun,
As dawn, gives way to day.
A flower is seen, a rose it seems,
All alone, in early May.
A sunny day shines warm and bright,
As sprouts spring forth from seeds.
Birds learn to fly, the insects hide,
And I, the rose go see.
Late thunder skies lights up the night,
As a rain begins to pour.
A storm arrives, floods threw the night,
While the rose, lays drenched and cold.
Red petals dark as blood, spills forth,
As natures turn repays a debt.
The storms subsides, a new day arrives,
While alone, a rose lay dead.
Written: 2013
