the rose is slowly falling faster
They\'re built to wilt, no help, no master
Stretching, catching beams to drink
Its soul, its spirit becoming so weak
It doesn\'t yet know how cold is the breath
Of death is such precious moments are left
It drains at the earth now for no nourishment
What energys left is now for synthesis
Hydrogen 2 parts and oxygen 1
Its senses are fading it waits on the sun
And the light hidden from all advances of one
Most desperate flora, the end has begun
It wishes to migrate or hydrate at least
With its feet in the dust and the moon that now seats
Over left over solar down on wilted leaves
It copes with no hope and no sign of relief
Then jolted, uprooted,gave way to the shock
It knows that its over and its trying to block
The pain and dismay its been forced to adopt
A flash passes vision, no feeling, all stops
But then it is conscious confusion the norm
Its pedals now plump it asks why\'s it so warm
It appears its some calm come after the storm
And fastly approaching a strange looking form
It makes all these sounds that translates to nothing
what\'s felt most of all is the pain is less haunting
Contentment sets in like a cake drenched in frosting
A new life begins cause a friend went out walking.