One fine morning I got out of my bed
As the rays of the sun lit up my room
My eyes fell on a rose bush in full bloom
Smiling at me shy roses blushing red
My trance ended as a rose petal shed
The sight of fallen petals caused me gloom
Was it foreboding of impending doom?
Next week the flowers would be gone and dead!
On the table rested a silent vase
Filled with bright flowers to its brim
Flowers of plastic that forever lives
To me they seemed nothing but a disgrace
Beside the real ones their beauty dim
Doth transience the rose its beauty gives?
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