Two roses stood closely together-
fully bloomed and tightly formed.
In harmony, they stood-
together and strong.
No rodents, pestilence, nor seasons
could separate them.
The rain, snow, storms
and all elements came their way.
Together with resilience
they withstood the test of time.
Through nurturing, without prodding,
their petals were beautifully sprouted.
Continually, both grew
with beauty above the rest.
Their sweet fragrances penetrated the air.
The roses each blossomed without care.
Both roses were fertile and secure.
They stood poised to further endure.
Then one day someone came along
and picked one rose.
Now withered, exposed and shattered,
the one rose stands alone,
worn and tattered.