Life is like a blooming rose
It starts out peaceful and innocent
Naturally finding its way
And time will continue
Until the rose is in full bloom
The next few weeks are perfect
For it is composed of pure beauty
But, like life, an end is near
And eventually that delicate rose
Falls, brown and lifeless

So enjoy the time of pure beauty
For yours could be long and great
Or yours could be like the rose
Stunningly beautiful in every way
But short lived and extinguishing