Joy In Grief

My friend and I went to a flower park,

Choose rose seeds that were deep dark.

We both went home and sowed the seed.

Watered rose daily and removed the weed.

My seed grew quickly into a rose plant.

However, I rarely saw friends by chance.

I met my friend with a few questions to ask,

Wasn't sowing roses an enjoyable task?

To my surprise and to my utter shock,

My questions my queries made him choke.

With a heavy heart, he showed me the seed,

The plant was dead and infested with weed.

I went to the park for getting more roses,

To gift him to put him in joy I suppose.

My dreams came true as expected, avowed.

What charm was radiated from seed he sowed.

 

Having seen my friend's rose bonny, strong,

Maybe inside me, something went wrong.

It made me happy when he was in grief.

And it was his joy that put me in a tiff.