I watched the petals form into a flower, The most beautiful I had ever seen, Showing its colour with every glimpse of the sun , Hiding it's true colours for those who looked the closest, Through the days slowly wilting , Lines forming and changing in shade, I watched as it darkened, Observed as the petal slowly flew to the ground , Gracefully finishing it's days, Laying there alone as once the bud did start, Limp and lifeless, Where had the time gone.
A quick poem I wrote , here comparing the rose to a person & its journey to life.