The sad rose

A sad rose by its self looking down at the graval stone

its petals falling slowly one by one standing alone

the wind blows hard, making it bend

but it keeps standing not ready to end

it's head so low almost touching the ground

hoping for help, but nothing is found

the sun tries to lift it, shining so bright

but the rose stays away from the lights

when the rain starts and the moon shines high

the rose feels calm watching the sky\

it knows it is lonley but it doesnt mind

in the quiet night, peace is what te rose will find.