The Death Of a Rose

A scrawny rose plant put forth a bud,

Rain and shower paid ne'er a heed.

Still the rose bud, spread and bloomed,

Careless of the naughty wind.

Callous nature mellowed wee bit,

A flower was formed with petals soft.

A wonky beetle flew down in haste,

To suckle in it`s honeyed nest.

Rose flower shook it`s crimson wings,

Gloating in her queenly looks.

A nimbus formed on sky above,

Showers poured on, earth below.

Rosy petals came scattering down,

Slowly floated,before the drown.

The puny ,slanting,thorny plant,

Stilled in shock,at the Rose, it lost!!