Empty garden and fallen roses. Only one is standing. She is bright and white. She breathes in and looks around her. Her world has ended, her world is no more as winter is here. So tears fall down her beautiful white skin, softly, quietly.
She closes her eyes and breathes out. Is it the end? "No", her mother had said. It's only the beginning. "Worry not, you'll be born again. Don't be weary and hopeless, it'll start again".
So she closes her eyes, and she is no more. Gone like the other ones.

And I look at her go, eagerly, fearful, wondering whether her ethereal beauty would be back.

I went back there during spring and there she was. Even more beautiful than the first day I saw her. So I became hopeful, eager for better and brighter tomorrows. Tomorrows filled with happy fragments and you.