Dead and Forgotten

You can see its beauty, for its elegant pose.
But can you see its beauty, for a flower, not a rose?

Without the beauty to attract your eyes,
Can you still see its value, for what's inside?

When the last of its leaves, glide below,
Will you still see the beauty, as time takes its tow?

Or will you leave it, like you left me...
To lie on the earth, dead and forgotten...?