I had a lovely rose bloom in my garden,
Bright and red, with a dazzling radiance.
I wanted to keep it forever
and,
to enjoy the beauty of its brilliance.
I noted after the first few days,
that its petals started to sag.
Alarmed, I thought maybe it needs more light.
I put it out under the hot sun,
only to realize its petals sagged further.
Oh, now I have to cool it, thought I,
and put it outside on a cold dark night.
The petals wilted further and further.
Frustrated, I cast it out,
For now, I care not what happens to it.
Ruing in the lost beauty,
I was filled with loss and sadness.
After a few days, I walked by the rose garden.
I looked down at the withered petals,
and thought oh lord, what a waste!
But right below the wilted rose,
saw I a little bud.
Overjoyed I realized that the beauty,
is not with a single rose.
But in the perpetual blossoming,
of the infinite roses that the plant can bear.
And now I care of the plant and not the rose.
