A Sadder Rose

If the pedals were as red as sky,

Turning black to match the night,

Would it be alright, too write?


When all the leaves are as green as dirt,

Looking forward, Denying hurt,

Would it be alert, if burnt?


When the stem is as strong as dust,

Surviving life with death to lust,

Can it do as again it must, And trust?


Yes......It Must!!!!