~The Rose~ @}--

The rose shimmers in the morn with dew,

For a while, happiness was all she knew.

Sending out a sweet aroma, the rose stays,

Her smile shown brightly for many days.

The rose bears its beauty like a royal crown,

Ne'er a burden brought her down.

The rose is strengthened by every cold snap,

No one could catch her in any trap.

But as the rose was atacked by the plague,

Down she fell, not a sound she made.

The rose was slowly wilting away,

Not a move could she make, not a word could she say.

The plague was taking its toll on the rose.

The pain she felt, no one knows.

The rose fought the plague for a very long time,

Her life fell out of reason, she fell out of rhyme.

When the rose finally gave in,

She knew it was the end.

And as the rose slowly died,

No one was there by her side.

But in the place where the rose had once been,

She received an inkling of hope at the end of all ends.

But the rose couldn't rid itself of its thorns,

So she lay quiet, beaten and forlorn.

The rising sun brings the rose new life,

She turns off her light, and puts away her knife.

Through the pain of the plague, the rose shines through.

She goes on endlessly, just as I do.

The rose shimmers in the morn with dew,

She is strengthened by most and weakened by few!!