The Fate Of The Rose

A thing of great beauty that has gone to decay
On the grass it's petals are crinkled and dry where they lay
As food for ground insects by their thorny mother tree
In time all beauty does fade is how it seems to be

In full bloom a pink beauty of it one can say
But the fate of the rose will be my fate one day
For my life one day it will come to an end
Since time has become my foe it used to be my friend

The last rose of Summer on it's mother tree did not live till the Fall
The fate of the rose it will be for all
Forms of life this includes you and i
As mortals like the rose we are born to die

But Nature it is quite an amazing thing
The thorny rose tree will grow new leaves in Spring
And in Summer brought to bloom by life giving sun showers
She will look resplendent in her lovely pink flowers

It's petals crinkled and dry by it's mother tree lay on the ground
As food for crawling insects that in numbers abound
It bloomed pink and lovely in the Summer sunshine
But the fate of the rose it will also be mine.