The Red Rose Poem by Kim Jones

In the silent, gray world
when the gutters begin to cry
the plants begin to curl
and the flowers begin to die.

In the midst of this all
there rests a single red rose
that lies fixed, so as not to fall
above the heart that everyone knows.

The coffin of brown, dead leaves
cover the once-live ground
and the birds weep and grieve
for the now-silent sound.

The single red rose
cries with a lonely tear of blood
where a new life grows
deep in the dead earth's mud.

As the red rose dies
a new strength is born
for spring never lies;
renewing hope in the forlorn.