The Rose

As I walk by a rose I see it's pedals dying from the sun, I just look at it in sadness and say your not the only one. I watch the birds the ones that never finds it in them to be able to sing, I guess they to have lost a loved one before and the joy they used to bring. And one day I took a seat by a weeping willow looking at a pond, Thoughts of you came to me wondering if your feelings are gone. So if you happen to see me on the street some day stop me to say hi, Cause if you do not then like that bird I to will surely pass away and die. By: Me