Dying Rose

I just love studying your cycle of growth. reminds me of the reproduction of a child. From a seed, to an embryo, to finally being a baby. a baby boy or a baby girl. a baby seed growing to provide the world. Oh, rose. Oh, red rose. you've grown now. and I'm grown now. you're a beautiful red rose. and im a beautiful young girl. I watched you grow. so vibrant and so distinctive. distinctive because you're no ordinary rose. you are a red rose. the rose that brings people together . just like i tried to bring people together the rose that symbolizes love. just like I tried to spread love. it hurt me when I see your family just given away. they cut your base and sell you away. and it hurt me. it's wonderful that you bring people together. but it only last for a second. you get a smile from whoever you're sent to and then put away. in a vase of water for days. and then I had I watch you die. come from a bright beautiful red rose. to a dying black rose. the rose that caused people to smile and feel loved. just died away. and just like that, my life just died away