RoseDeath: The Third of the Rose Trilogy

The rose that was once in full bloom,
Is now on its way to the lonely tomb.
Its petals are falling one by one,
As it turns its face from the sun.

Winter comes quickly, that it knows,
The leaves will so fall from the rose.
The wind shrieks its simple tune,
As the petals fall in the light of the moon.

If that flower had tears, surely they would fall,
From the stem that used to rise so tall.
The shriveled leaves have sealed their fate,
They almost are at Heaven’s Gate.

The withering rose will soon be gone
It will not be here, come dawn.
The rose’s life hangs by a thread,
When morning comes, it will be dead.

Copyright 2008 by Rebecca Norman