Precious Rose

red flower blooms among the pointed green,
a smile to a face by all who have seen,
as days pass and weather strikes,
passing smiles turn to dislikes,
brown around the ends of petals form,
turning vibrant hot red to mild warm,
bits break off and fall to the ground,
smiles never seen by all around,
the skies rain down a plants drink,
deep into the mud the waters sink,
soaking inside the roots gives more,
the flower blooms another to restore.