The fiery red roses were as bright as a bright burning fire,
They sat in a clear elegant vase decorated with shells,
She came and topped the water up,
For it was running low,
The water slushed and gushed like a rushing waterfall,
When th vase was full she turned away and left,
The flowers were left in the middle of the room,
They stood out like a cow in a flock of sheep,
The flowers lasted quite some time,
Until the day came where the once fiery red roses had turned into extremely dark roses,
Day by day the petals from the once very beautiful roses,
Floated like a feather onto the dark ebony table,
Until only the green stems were left in the elegant clear vase,
She came and threw the stems out leaving only the vase in place,
Only to come and place more fiery red roses into the elegant clear vase,
And the room was filled with happiness and warmth once again,
That the roses brought.
*[I know its not a great poem but i hope you like it anyway]*
