Piney Rose so green and fairLost in the shadows of grander thingsIt quietly heralds the dawn of SpringDark green buds tinged in pinkOpening to be adored by the golden sunPetals full and fluffyIn colors so sweet and ladylikePerfuming faintly the surrounding airBlooms heavy and bold soon begin to droopAs old age takes it tollA life so short, cut shorter stillBy the heavy rains of MayOne by one her petals fall in driftsShadowed by the bush which gave her birthThere she fades to nothingHer essence remains flowing to her mothers rootsWhere she ensures her sisters chanceTo be worshipped by the sunAnd fall victim to those pelting drops of rainAnd then join her in her efforts Ensuring quiet beauty can always be found