The Rose

As I stand and look out my window
My eyes and heart looks at the place
Where my Rose once grew.
Never a more beautiful thing ever lived.

It’s color was that of the sun.
It’s petals were as soft as the clouds.
It’s smell was from Heaven.
It was the envy of all who saw it.

Then one night in early fall
The frost came early.
I had not taken time to prepare.
I knew the Rose would understand.

When morning came the sun came up bright.
The frost on the grass shown like crystals
Then that’s when I saw my Rose.
It’s beautiful flower was bowed to the ground.


I ran to it.
I tried to reassure myself that all was not lost,
But to no avail.
The once beautiful flower was gone.
The soft petals had turned hard,
The bright yellow had started to turn brown.


Then as the morning sun started to melt the frost,
A single drop fell from the flower like a tear.
That’s when I knew there was nothing
Left for me to do.


All my hoping and wishing
Would not bring my Rose back.
Now all I’ve got is a empty garden.
A place to go, but nothing to see.
All I have now are my memories
Of my Rose and what was lost.

Charles W. Lee
January 31, 2000

Music "The Rose"
by Bette Midler

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