The petals just sit there soft in their sleep.
The memory of its beauty, I will forever keep.
The rose has a fragrance so bold,
or so I have been told.
The green leaves enhance its beauty
for all the world to see.
The stem holds the dew on the summer day,
glittering in the sun in every possible way.
It is held in the ground by the dirtiest root,
but I admire all the beauty of its new suit.
Not my best poem, but I did write it 8 years ago. One frustrating thing about writing, the work is never good enough. After reading this over again, I see several things that need to be edited LOL