The Rose Flower Weeps.

A fallen rose flower weeps Tells her story to the friends I am a fallen rose, once stood in bush My petals were fragrant and butterflies came For my look, honey, fragrance they felt I stood in thorns but never got hurt I blossomed in a morning with so beauty I thought it is eternal destiny that I carry And never thought I will be faded one day Never imagined such a downfall and ruins But my soul is brave to take the challenge I will come back as another flower tomorrow A rose in the thorny rose bush I will be Ever the rule is there a down fall then rebirth An event of death someone written of me.