Rebirth

A rose in a meadow
falls
petals scatter
wind blows it away
only the thorns
stay

In the silent air
a sigh is heard
not a word is spoken
not a soul is seen

More roses grow
in gardens of love
she, not there
roses bloom and play

Rain falls lightly
roses smile
a new day comes
loves on its way

By Author LyndaFerrerRR/2014