Petals soft, fragrance sweet
unspoiled nature even in heat
even in snow, storms and rain
it stands, enduring all the pain
Endless times lost its mother,
uprooted, lost its feet
though it remains fresh and sweet
Red and pounding beauty
for a few hours, or maybe days
on swift wings the devil prince
is sure to bring it back to earth
But for now the beauty will stand
through unworthy surroundings
and trials of man
A few hours, or maybe days
until the petals give way
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Beautiful train of thoughts, well articulated and insightfully penned with conviction. Indeed, flowers are some of the great beauties of nature. A lovely poem indeed.