A Passing Rose`

Dawning on the Thorns of a past
As if the blossom was meant to last

While focusing on hazardous conditions
As if root-rot were one of life's ambitions

To only disregard the change in season
As if the beauty in nature lacked a reason

A reason for recoup and growth during times of despair
For when life lacks the nutrients that causes one to care

About the vibrant color in a flower or the fragile touch of a leaf
Meanwhile passing in the wind, a petal of a rose portraying a sign of relief