The rose bush

growing in an open field
nurtured by hands that heal
what love does a flower feel
what love does a flower build

a single bloom

small and dull like a sprout
no other flowers would came out
she was only left without
and forgotten by hands of doubt

withering away

with no one to help her needs
the tiny little rose petal bleeds
songbirds swallow up her seeds
as she is covered up by weeds