Dead Yellow Roses

Dead Yellow Roses As fragrant as the air just after a storm And dappled with the perfume of the sweetest rose, Our sweet yellow roses have taken another form When they were returned to the earth from where life still flows. I knew our yellow roses had to die someday, But how I longed not to let them go! I kept them watered, but one by one they withered away, And now buried, I seem to be alone. Maturity does not prevent a loved one to mourn And these dead flowers are no exception, I suppose. But mourn I cannot, because from these roses are born Something more spectacular than anything I've ever known. For I found out our yellow roses were seeds, and they may Have taken on a life more superior to their own. Out sprouted the most gorgeous red roses I had ever seen, and they Had rooted just as fast as they had grown… I guess we have reaped what we had sown. --Tierra C. Gilmore