The Life Of Rose

Holding the butterflies, bees apart; 

Wind also takes the part. 

Somehow it managed, 

"The barriers" - to overcome. 

Resulted in pollination, 

"By the carriers" - who were some. 

The beautiful Rose, 

Bloomed soon. 

The elegant shine, 

Back to Moon. 

Apart from beauty, 

Good to smell, 

Kept in the garden, 

Attracted well. 

Nothing so good, 

In its life. 

Plucked by the husband, 

Given to his wife. 

For the man to, 

That's hard to pluck. 

As was cared, 

By the thorns that were stuck. 

The relation made, 

Whoever exchanged. 

Happiness lasted, 

Love was gained. 

Everyone plucked, 

Noticing its beauty. 

All were glad, 

None was guilty. 

Though it's beautiful, 

Never survived. 

Kept in the glassful, 

Finally died.