Bright vibrant red or

Soft yellow roses

Beautiful, flawless

Leaves and petals with

Sharp green thorns

Now lay dead ,

black and dried up

Some blowing away

Into the air

Almost Disappearing,

Making you question

If they were ever

Really there at all?

Yet ,with your grief and

Healing ,you begin to

Realize roses

Also Decay and die🥀

A symbol of our own

Delicate life cycle

However, there’s always

A new bud ready

To emerge any day

To continue the

Beautiful cycle of life🌹