A Rose

Red and beautiful
lush and soft
dew drips from my fragile petals
my green stem sprouts from the hard ground
barbs run along my straight stalk
my leaves uncurl
petals open with delicateness
I awake to face the day
the day begins with such promise
a golden sun
a jade sky streaked with pink
but suddenly it becomes dangerous
golden sun covered with black
a now gray sky streaked with flashes of light
distant thunder can be heard and lightning seen
I know that I might not be able to with stand this terror
my small heart beats in determination
slowly tiny drops of rain start to fall
soon tiny becomes immense
the drops rain harder and harder
as if trying to beat my lovely face to the ground
my scenic stem begins to bend
my heart beats faster I will not surrender
thunder clashes and lightning strikes
my red face now touches the mud of the earth
I cannot allow myself to bend
but I do
rain beats at me
thunder deafens me
lightning tears at me
my exquisite body is now torn and bleeding
my petals ripped off by the storm
my leaves torn
I am pulled asunder
the storm finishes with a final clash
then disappears as fast as it had come
darkness sweeps the land
enveloping my dying body
the golden sun returns the next morning
filled with promise
but I do not rise to meet it
I lie
in the mud
my small heart extinguished