The Rose's End

I killed my rose bushes a few weeks ago by accident when I sprayed them with weed killer. I planted them for picking. The first rose that blossomed from the bush was hand picked for someone special in my life. Now, I will never pick from the bush again.

"... When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose ..."

-- The Rose, Bette Midler


The Rose's End

Bulbs lay dormant 'til spring is around.
With the sun's love it breaks ground.
Blossoming buds fragrant the air,
With not much time left to spare.

Time and time again...
Gentle winds be my friend.
Nourish me, my sun.
Dancing in the rain,
Joyful and fun.

Standing tall and proud.
Butterflies huddle around.
Gentle petals wither and fall.
Why in time must this be all?

Silent darkness, a storm's roar.
Lightening strikes, down it pours.
Once my friend, splitting stems.
Drowning roots, hear the hymn.

Rose petals pave the ground.
Not at a wedding.
Dressed in a shroud.
Why did I love at all?

Time and time again...
Nothing is left.
The Rose's end.

Let the young buds blossom
and wither on their own.
Don't claim them before they've sown.

Time and time again...
Seeds are sown.
Love is showered.
Nothing is left,
With summer's end.
Now it's fall,
-- Why did I love at all?

- Sparkyx, 07-16-2007, 1:58pm