Last petal

The petals fall from the rose,
one by one drifting to the barren ground
Silent they float upon the breeze,
which will not blow again
Bright red like drops of precious blood,
one at a time, lonely and lost

To fade to browns that covers the ground
Dry and barren earth,
with no nourishment left

Unmoving the stalk remains standing,
black and lifeless against the heavy sky

The last petal drifts slowly down
Hits the ground and breaks into dust
No ray of sunlight will ever warm that rose again
For now nothing is left, but dead memories and pain

It's over.