She was a red rose

She was a red rose who's happiness always seemed to show that lived and breathed in sunny rays and rustled gently on a windy day with firm red petals,pure like a dove just a rose that prospered from the suns love.then one day that warm sun disappeared and this poor red rose was overcome with fear a cold wind blew right through her soul its left no warmth just a twig of cold If you should look closely see what should appear not a drop of dew but a tear she cried for her loss and cried for her pain tears for a loss of life not an act of vain
she knows the sun will never shine again life
will never be as grand as it has once been she's grown a thorn a thorn she doesn't want its hurting her just as much as the lack of sun the thorn is taking her life away making her weaker day by day it stabs and gnaws and it can tear its scratching at her surface and heart of cares it has cut her now the rose is no longer red the red dripped from her petals like blood it bled she's wilting now limp and no longer proud the sun she'd loved so dearly is now a big black cloud a black cloud that can only cast shadows and make it cold it can drain life away no matter how strong or how bold she is now lying alone withering away about to die because there is no sun in the broad big sky nothing is left of her no color hope not Evan a tear to shed her love the red is useless now for she is dead she was a red rose whose happiness always seemed to show