Beauty of a Rose

We're nearing the end
But we haven't won:
The battle's over
Because we never begun,
Never cared,
Never dared,
Never knew just what it was:
The beauty of a rose.
What is it that we seek?
We are silenced -
We can't speak.
Where do we go now?
Our path is faded,
That much is clear.
The petals have fallen,
Out of fear.
So for the last time,
Strike a pose
And explain
The beauty of a rose