Bleeding Rose

 Alas, single rose of sheer beauty,

Always described in every century.

Your pale petals are such a sight

And you glow made of pure white,

You’re a gift from nature to mankind

The finest treasure one will ever find.

Still you bear tears so red

That drop by drop floods your bed;

You know what was made of nature,

There is little to keep and nurture,

Once that was so much to enjoy,

But know there’s just will to destroy.

So bleed, beautiful rose of mine,

Drop these tears as red as wine,

Your roots became so thin and weak,

Such sight enables me to speak,

As there are no words to describe

The evil plans the world will contrive.

Once you were whole and strong

But now there’s no place to belong,

As you garden was forever erased.

So many years you have faced

But now you are meant to decay

And there’s no place for you to stay.

All true colors will forever disappear

And safeness will turn into fear,

Still you will keep standing tall

And represent true Mother Nature’s call,

But who will hear that distant voice

That’s being silenced by another’s choice?

From spring to winter you’re still there,

As Silent a guardian always present somewhere;

But one must not ignore the power

That is held by a single flower.

She endured the entire storm

And kept the sun that once was worm.

Hush little flower, just wait

For the revelation of your fate,

Gust s of wind will try to break you,

The rain will come and make you blue;

Time will make you ill and rotten,

Still you will never be forgotten.