The Rose

Full of life and then deflated

Needless water poured upon

the Rose planted in the grass.

 

Seasons passed now is winter

The Rose wilted, waiting for

summer

Cold is the Rose, sitting alone

The grass is brown, dry, and frozen

Surely, summer will come soon.

 

The Rose needs the sun

It pines and longs for warmth

so it can bloom

Show it’s pretty colors

but it must wait for June.

 

Thorny, dead, unwelcome

in the garden it sits

alone

Needless water poured upon

but it must wait for

the Sun