Pink drops,
In a pool of green,
Once something whole,
Now only remnants can be seen.
An alluring aroma,
Held captive by the wind,
Fragrance of emptiness,
Blowing hollow scents within.
Knowing everything is temporary,
Emotions so vast,
Kneeling, quietly staring,
At the petals in the grass.
At one time full of life,
Just stillness today,
Only eerie silence,
Where insects used to play.
Reminders of something beautiful,
A rose that didn't last,
Kneeling, quietly staring,
At the petals of the past.
