I wrote this for english. It's in iamic setameter (sp?), so it's not supposed to rhyme.

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It blooms out of season.
The rose, it stands alone.
Its petals frozen blue.
It’s lonely fate, to die.
The icy rose of death,
It sits in the cold ground.
Waiting to be thawed out.
Life only goes one way.
All things are meant to die.
This rare blue rose only
Has one destination.
The frozen fire ignites,
It only ices more,
No longer to be viewed.
Death is just behind it,
Not too far to not see.
Flowers can’t be afraid,
Should death really be feared?
Embrace the fate of all,
Destined to end the same.
How we are taken from
This world does not matter.
Flowers, mammals, and bugs
Reptiles and spiders.
We all will end the same.
The poor blue rose will die.
The winters frozen air
Will make the rose whither.
Death is upon us all,
Like the frozen blue rose.