The Day The Roses Bloom

Hope cometh from disparing loss

As the last pedal falls from the rose,
Drifting silently to the earth below.
One lone tear falls upon my cheek.
The ending of something so beautiful as a rose,
Is such a sad thing.

As I walk away thinking that the beauty of the day is gone,
I am reminded that in the spring when the rain falls
And it appears to be the darkest.
I will come to this spot once more,
And it will be the day the roses bloom.