"Weeping Rose" - Picture Poem

"Weeping Rose"

I am a rose

I am a dying rose

I am a thirsty rose

In desperate need of water

Clean, crystal clear water

So that I may grow,

and once again be beautiful

I am a rose

I am a weeping rose sagging to the ground as I slowly wither away

wrinkling and crinkling,

not able to stand much more of this pain

My leaves, my petals they are ripping away as the wind blows

My stem beginning to weaken

I am a rose

I am a vanishing rose

I have very few petals left and my leaves are all gone

Soon I will be just dust in the wind

Soon I will be nothing more than a breeze

Soon I will no longer be a rose