The water shimmered
Blue and gold
The breeze and the mist
one shallow rose

It sat by the water
It’s leaves dipped in
Awaiting the time
it would bloom again

Time went on
the sun set beneath the hills
one could hear the sighs
and the waiting in will

The rose then shriveled
Beneath a pile of dirt
covered and tortured
stressed and hurt

The rose it swore
to see the light of day
when would it breathe? 
only time would say

But time didn’t say
and that broke the deal
between the moon and the sun
and the little rose’s will

The rose it cried
cried in the storm
as the terror whipped
and smiled in scorn

As the wind died down 

Not a soul in sight 

one couldn't hear

the little rose's plight 

This life, I tell you
of the rose, I say
it never even saw
the light of day.