Pondering6649 Ponder

This rose has been plucked from its place
It now stands where it's master hastes

It travels by its masters side
From dusk till dawn on an unseen ride

It's masters tries to mould this rose
And waits upon it to be fully grown

Holding it close and feeding it with love
This rose enjoys love more than most

Time passes and master ages
And his rose surprisingly outlasts many stages

Though shes frail and her petals are shaded
The love for her master has not yet faded

And on one late afternoon when master ceases
His rose by his side falls to pieces