Rose

• Shayla Avu, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2020

The rose is a seed ready to bloom
you don't expect more people assume
The rain goes down with every last drop
When you least expect it it'll start to stop
The rose unfolds with all its might
Fighting and fighting all day, all night
Starting to bloom the day has come!
The cycle is yet still not done
Day after day to the rose settles
Each and each of its petals
Falling and falling until nothing is left
The rose is now gone with every last breath
Something is there down on the floor
Just as there was just before
A little seed waiting to bloom
You don't expect more people assume