Children
Imagine:

A single stalk.
Closed tight
is the bud
pale-white with tinges of red.
Long and soft
is the stem
smooth and green all over.

One petal slowly unfolds
a touch of natural beauty.
One more and another
and the red splashes across all.
They call it passion.

The rose matures into full bloom!
The green gives way to brown.
Ink enroaches upon the crown.
The roots first blacken
and then the petals crinkle.
They fall off; it shrinks
into a darkened husk. Dead.

All this seen through the eyes of a timed Canon T-90. Click, click click.