Two roses
bloomed almost as one,
Bright faces
almost touching...
Their color would
take breath away,
Resembled lovers
blushing.
With
faces tilted upward,
With tears
that came from dew...
A light
breeze blew to dry them,
While sun shone
on them too.
Their petals
slowly opened,
Their
perfume filled the air...
All those who
passed close to them,
Would pause, then stop
to stare.
No rose will
last forever,
Their
time is far too brief...
Their
petals fade, then wilt and
drop,
Lie limp on
ground beneath.
Is a rose really
so different,
From man
and his demise?
When the loss
of either of them,
Is cause for
grief and cries?
Or are they
truly more alike,
Than most will
ever know...
For mankind and
those roses,
Are both for
mainly show.
© Loree
(Mason) O'Neil 09/06/08
Midi
playing is: I Won't Come In
