The Withered Rose Poem by Nudershada Cabanes

The withered rose
Was once a bud
In the Spring
Tender and young
Delicate and soft
With a promising beauty
That was just unfolding

It bloomed into a rose
Whose beauty delighted the eyes
When summer came
In flaming red it frolicked in the sun
As the breeze caressed its velvety petals
It danced to the song of the wind


Its scarlet shade turned pale
As months passed by with the change of season
Autumn came so soon with its biting cold
The rose became sickly from the cold winds
Its color no longer vibrant and fresh
The flaming red was replaced by pallor

Winter came, the rose shrinked
Its beauty faded and wrinkled
The icy fingers of frost crawled
On its pallid face
That was once so soft and silky
Now its loveliness is gone
Plucked by time in its passing
The withered rose now lay
In the winter snow dying