Rose petals falling to the ground
They do not make a sound
Painting the green earth
Looks like a carpet beneath
I see red, yellow and pink
What once was a green blank
Seems like a deconstructed canvas
It's like the feeling of Christmas
But in time petals will dry
Tossed in the wind they fly
And as the beauty diminishes
The beautiful becomes a mess
Dried out but still sweet
The beauty prominent in it's scent
Yes the beauty always whither
The beauty inside last forever
©lenni-x
L