The Rose

Once there was a little bud

sprouting out of the ground.

Fresh, and new.

to this beautiful world.

Soon, it reveals itself

into a glorious rose.

Every petal splashed

with deep crimson glows.

Even with her beauty,

The rose still feels lonely.

With no one but the grass

to dance along with the wind.

Suddenly, a guest arrives;

a busy bumble bee!

He greets the rose with joy

and proceeds to make honey.

The rose is estatic.

Every day, she eagerly awaits

for the arrival of the bees,

with hummingbirds and butterflies

whom she passes time with.

What a wonderful life,

with good friends

and the best views of the world,

the rose thought.

But one day, it all changed.

No bees came to visit her.

She was confused...

didn't they enjoy the pleasure?

Day after day,

no one arrived.

She called out to the wind

And started to cry.

The rose feels weaker now.

Her petals are losing colour

Now a pale red

She's under the weather.

All she could do was wait...

wait...

wait...

Her petals are wilting

It's almost the end.

She lets out a tear

Soon, she'll be dying.

Suddenly, a familiar voice

echoed in the silence.

She looked up and saw

Her old comrade.

"Hush now rose, don't cry,"

says the bumblebee.

"Look around you,

you've created many new lives."

The rose looks around

and she sees an amazing sight;

many small buds

popping into sight.

The rose thanks the bee

with one last smile

and heaves her final breath...

A few weeks later,

the field is painted

with hundreds of pretty roses

swaying in the wind.

And when the bees arrive

along with the hummingbirds

and butterflies,

they remember the rose

that started it all.

' New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings.'

– Lao Tzu