the rose
it wilted
the water and baking sun were not enough
the necessities did not suffice
it's thorns didn't keep the poison away
and so it collapsed under the weight of the pesticide
falling to the ground
while the dandelions mocked it
unaware of their similar journey to the grave
their jealousy
bitter to the end
the poison was after them too
until the garden was no more
and the sun
insisted on shining
while the rain
continued to blaze on