Violet Rose

The sun was rising up from the mountain bed,

He beamed his rays and "Wake up!" he said.

Casting a rainbow across the farm of cattle,

It made the birds sing and streams to babble.

Suzie woke up early stretching her arms;

Wearing a bright smile, she ran to her garden

To see a rose blossom under the leaves of palms:

Violet in color which is not seen very often.

So delighted was she to see it in full bloom!

Her twinkling eyes were not enough to admire,

Those petals of velvet touch softer than any plume,

Speckled with drops of dew, sparkling like sapphire.

Suzie was mesmerized by its revered appearance:

The beauty of this flower drove her conscience

To touch it; but it was against her morality,

For the rose could have easily lost its divinity.

As soon as the sun was up, Suzie called her friends:

"Behold the one and only, Violet Rose!" she said.

The jubilance in their shining eyes was immense,

As there was no such thing so spellbinding instead.

Some began to tickle it, others touched it;

Suzie was not pleased to see this - not one bit!

They failed to understand it was for one's eyes only,

Which was enough to please all the senses entirely.

Slowly the rose began to lose its elegance,

Dewdrops were lost; wrinkles made it look worse.

Suzie just could not stand this awful nuisance

Of caressing it; it looked like an act of dreadful curse!

Sadly, the violet rose ultimately turned black;

So did her innocence which had no flaws.

She asked her friends never to come back,

And drove them away without regretting her loss.

It was born and nurtured by the heavens above;

A priceless being a while ago; now meaningless.

Without any value, it became worthless like lost love

And stood on its stem without pollens, nevertheless.

The rose which could have easily lasted for a week,

Suzie shed her tears seeing it so fragile and weak.

She was dismayed; it didn't survive even for a day,

Never such a flower bloomed again since that day.

May 2013