The Scarlet Petals Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

A storm had passed within the night
When wind and rain had lashed the land
Now all was still as sunlight crept
Into the August sky

The scarlet petals lay so still
Beneath the rose from which they fell
And held the fragrant raindrops
On their soft and velvet beds

They sparkled like a diamond's glow
As beams of dawning light shone down
And lit the ravaged garden
Where the rose did stand so bare

For stolen was its beauty
As it bloomed within its zestful prime
And taken without reason
When it had so much to give