The winds have swept away the heat

In place of the sun’s warmth, I sit

beneath the storm and sleat

Brooding in my sorrows I weep,

“Woe is me, the damned fool, the nature of life has taken from me my flower”

The bed in which she once lay, a silent patch of earth and hay

Her ruby petals withered away, the cold of winter has turned her pale

The frosted tips a whisper of death

The first sign of her fated decay

The clouds wept as she closed her eyes a final time

My very own had lost their shine

My words were soft as I touched the earth, in which she once lay,

“Fear not the shadows, my love, for destiny is sure to bind us in her light evermore,

Fate arrived and stole your soul, but my end is near too I am sure.”

The storm left and my breath with it, leaving the garden lonely.

But the wind came back and planted seeds, and the sun had grown them lovely .

Where my flower and I had once lain, now stood the gifts of rebirth

A rose and her lover, tulips and summer

The cycle of life carries on.