Unanswered
O pretty roses surrounding my view
I wake up one morning
See all torn down
wilted away in the lake
Beautiful petals of honor
The breath I gasp in
The essence of my organism
The joy of my serenade
My meaning of all meanings
O why O why my superior Rosaceae?
Is it lack of water?
Is it lack of soil?
Is it lack of pots?
Or is it the negligence of my gardening status?