She Watches....

Vines of the roses

Strong and sturdy

Wrapping itself

Around everything

A rose at the top

Looking over it all

She watches…

Once the most important

To become the least, it seems.

The vines, the stem, that she depends on

Are letting go.

She needed to be higher

She needed to see it all

She needed..SHE needed…

The rain will drop heavy

The drops will do its damage.

The vines will fall,

The stem shall grow limp

The petals will fall

They will drop and wilt,

And lie on the ground

 Becoming nothing but a memory

And yet,  She watches….

Watches it all.

~~grb 2/12/12~~