Maiden of the wood

Encompassed within

        The Soul of a Rose

 Blooming with its Equinox

 Scenting the forest as it does

 A sight to behold as your colors unfold

 

But alas, 

Also to fade as does the Rose. . .

 Maiden of the wood

buried in the grandeur

        of a wilting Rose

        whose petals fall

        like man’s silent whimper.