Rose Tree

Rose petals flying everywhere.

The wind whispering in my ear

The rose bush just sitting so idle,

something about thorny withering stems, begging for my attention,

The rose bush is dark like charcoal,

It seems scary

What do you want? I whisper to it

I want you to listen to me, my leaves are withering

Then it goes silent

The bush is dying because of my negligence

I whisper back,

I’m sorry

It doesn’t reply

The sky dimmed from a bright sky blue to a dark discouraging navy blue

I go and get a watering can and water the rose bush hoping it will come back

It doesn’t, just have hope

Please, please come back

Giving up I slowly make my way back into my house

At dawn, I wake up to find a luscious green tree,

elegant rose flowers demanding attention, thank goodness it is saved