WHEN A CHILD DIES

As a threatening black cloud looms in the sky,
icy cold droplets of rain destroy the delicate morning dew.
A tender budding flower browns, never to see the light
of the bright sun, and the red roses' brilliant hue.
As it wilts, the soft petals smudge and fade in the dampening dirt.
Nearbly, an immaculate rose begins to droop as the young flower dies.
Nearing her own end, she sees a sprig of green emerging from the earth.
Her resilience shows as she blooms, coming back to life.
Time passes by and the young flower grows.
One day, the beautiful rose is old and her petals are as dry as cotton.
The emptiness in her heart fades as the wind blows and blows.
For in her dying day she has a memory of a wilting flower, still unforgotten.

I wanna go home!

Nah, I just wanna read more of this really cool poetry!