Sonnet 6 Poem by Suelynn Walters

A rosebud sweet and growing
Everyday,
How is this not beauty to the eyes we see;
Wild and free it has no real direction or way,
The scent of a new beginning blessed be;
When yet we overlook the real beauty there
We turn from what we take advantage of,
If nature had a voice it would call us unfair
And so we are this even when it comes to love,
After awhile the rose will grow to die
It will leave no traces behind it again,
Such as life a child grows up before our eyes
A new life begins when ours become end:
Take a good look what matters in our life
For nothing lasts forever not even day or night.