~*~The Rosebush~*~

A rosebush is the seed of life

Ever sprouting brand new buds

Like phases of life, petals drop off

Summer breezes take what once was

Beneath the beauty of roses and leaves

The pruning scars are hidden

Ugly reminders of branches past

The memories of crossroads untaken

Flowers bloom, then blow away

their lingering perfume the only

remembrance of their existence.

*Lina Rose*