rose

Life is like a rose
The rose starts out small and fragile
It slowly grows into a tear drop shaped bud
Then when the time is right
The bud blooms
It continues to bloom until the rose reaches its full potential
After the days of its glorious blossom is shown
The rose slowly witheres away
A few petals at a time
Trying to hold onto its beauty forever
And when those petals are gone
And the rose is dead
There is nothing left but its wonderful memory