Withered Away Like a Rose

By Devon DeMarco

Here in my Garden–

Where I am Most Content—

I watch the Circle of Life around me—

Time of Birth up to the Time of Death—

Growing into something Beautiful—

It is like What my Father would Say—

Growing into something Beautiful—

From a Baby— into a Young Person—

So much Life now into a Beautiful woman—

Here in my Garden—

Where I am Most Content—

I watch— the Circle of Life around me—

Blooming into nothing but Beauty—

Some Beautiful lives that don’t Make it—

That meet their quick Demise—

Some Beautiful that Do make it—

Then Withering away into Nothing—

Here in my Garden—

The Circle of Life is in full swing—

As I watch one of my Beautiful roses—

Wither away into nothing—

For the new Rebirth of something Beautiful—

It is like What my Father would Say—

Growing into something Beautiful—

From a Baby— into a Beautiful Young woman—

Until it is my Time to Wither away into Nothing—

Here in my Garden—

Where I am most content—

Bury me Here with My Roses—