From the Heart it Flows

A Fairy on her Rose

The fairy hiding in the garden is scared
The world around her is ever-changing
No one takes time to believe anymore.
She is growing weak, hiding in the roses
Her colors fading, her body now pales.
Once the magical keeper of beauty
Now only a drying drop of rain-
She'll make her final resting place,
The leaf of the pink rose she loved.
When she passes so will our innocence.