A red rose stands on a hill
Where the sun dips low
And kisses the world.
The red rose's domain
It has a beauty not so commonly found
Peace surrounds it's atmosphere
As the morning dew glitters with tranquility and serenity.
But as dawn turns to morning
and the morning greets the world with a blast of wind
the faltering rose is battered
relentlessly and merciless
the day pulls on til evening
the red rose tortured til dusk falls
And the red rose that stood on the hill
when the Sun bent to kiss the world
was nothing more than broken petals
and twisted stems
in the broken world of her's.