Wilt of a Rose

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.