Don’t sorrow so,
I know your dying,
the cold winds are blowing
and your petals -
like so many tears are falling.
Your beauty is unsurpassed
and comes the warm sun,
that will shine in the spring,
will soon bring new life to you -
so in beauty you’ll bloom again.
Your fragile beauty,
is like a love that is new,
never knowing if it is true,
with heartfelt kisses,
so you need the kisses,
of raindrops from the sky,
to make you strong.
So don’t sorrow as your petals fall about,
remember that you’ll just sleep,
in frozen winter slumber,
until nature awakens you once more
and then you’ll raise your head -
in splendor and loveliness.
So rose don’t sorrow any more,
it won’t be long,
before the spring comes again
and you’ll come blossoming forth,
smiling and radiant once more –
the reigning queen beneath the summer sun.
© 2019 Gypsy Rose Lee