Capturing the golden rays of the sunlight,
this young flower began to gain strength and height.
So beautifully, this fragile rose would grow..
Accented with a glimmering glow.
The rose's surroundings stood wonderfully tall.
Always taking the role of protecting all.
To the east, a shimmering river would flow..
As a warm morning breeze would silently blow..
However..
Over time, dark clouds began to drift over the warmness of the light
Slowly transforming the day to night..
The warming breeze had turned cold.
And the scenery no longer remained gold..
Gradually collapsing, the flower's only protection no longer stood tall.
It was left exposing all..
The frail rose was forgotten, vulnerable and alone.
And the sun no longer shone..
The weak flower stood in complete darkness..
Rapidly beginning to shiver..
Over it, floated only blackened clouds of sadness.
The betrayed rose was left to die, simply to wither..
