A Crumpled Rose Poem by Kate Ecker

Beautiful flower, growing healthy, its cruel power can leave people wealthy in minutes.
Greedy souls use such a poor thing, such fouls broght upon it sting so much.
A delicate rose, just a bud, forced to doze where things go thud in the night. frightened.
A dead beauty, lying in a heap, it's fruity scent forever to keep, in a bottle.
A crumpled rose, crumpled rose.
How dare thy Monster take the life of such a helpless thing?
Roses are crumpled before the hate of a human, yet symbolize a human's love.
Ironic. What a nice way to repay such a generous gift.
If we should continue in such a careless way, what should we do when fate steps in our way?
Roses don't grow on trees.
They won't last the rest of eternity.
So what then?
We realize that what we take for granted won't last? But then what?
A crumpled rose, scared and dying, crying. A crumpled rose.
A crumpled rose.