The Red Rose

The meadows uptown borne a single plant
That longed to grow a flower.
When to all others, God did grant,
That single plant never flowered.

He looked at the others and said to himself
"Maybe I was supposed to end up this way".
And withered turned his heart with him
The once green leaves turned to look like hay.

But one morning, the plant woke up to see
A bud in his hand, his leaves all green.
He knew not what it'd turn out to be
Nor did he know his joy would cease.

The bright red, the beauty best
Woke the plant the next day.
For the bud in his hand turned the rest
To a shame, a red rose she'd turned
A red, oh so red, lovely rose.

The truth of life nor the pain of dead
He knew not of anyone of these devils.
He said "I have her in my hand
And forever I will keep her in my fable."

Days went by and months rolled along
The lovely pair seemed not to worry about the time go by.
The rumbling of death not away long
Was nothing to be be afraid of, it's dark wings fly.

But they soon saw that the sun set never once
Nor the birds, did they come back home.
They realised that the day was not over, time runs
Slow as love grows strong into the bone.

The flower felt weak, oh why so sudden?
The plant felt scared, oh what a fate!
The red, oh so red, petals seemed to burden
That beautiful flower, now her colors fade.

She fell, one petal a time, one tear a moment
One death to a life, one lifetime of memories.
The plant, no longer could he hold her, he bent
To let her faded, brown and withered body to the breeze.

The plant, knowing not what to do anymore
Cursed the skies and earth, to feel his veins crack
He felt limp in arms but brave in soul for
The plant moved no more as he fell to kiss his red rose
One last time.