THE CRIMSON RED ROSE
The crimson red rose Lies wiltedly on the Snowy white sand
Like a straw has drained the vibrant beauty it once held
The crimson red rose Petals lies still on the snowy white Sand
Like small whimpers in the Wind, it is the only trace of what it should be…beautiful.
The crimson red rose lays withering on the snowy white sand
Looking helpless and begging for someone to care, yet they all watch.
They watch as it droops sadly the little rose the marvelous rose
The pretty rose lays still, unmoving on the snowy white sand.