the petal that never fell

the beautiful rose

sat atop the window sill

full of life

aroma

color

enjoying the fullness of itself

basking in the beauty that it is

the time went on

the rose being fresh and sweet

until those days began to fade

the petals slowly fell

on to the wood beneath

and eventually out the window

into the great unknown

there was on petal though

that wouldn't go

this petal held on

scared and safe

resisting its inevitable fate

longing for the days of fullness

sweetness

tastfulness

and bliss

that which became a memory

slowly broke her heart

on went time

and on went the petals

except she

eventually she hung along

a wilted brown rose petal

no longer beautiful or fragrant

a tear fell

and in that moment so did she

hitting the wooden pan below

the falling went so slow

and as she did

there came the wind

blowing her into the beyond

she landed somewhere soft and sunny

she recognized the smell

it was her

them

the rose

so many

so much

in a field of roses she laid

surrounded by what it is she truly loved

she was stunned when she looked above

and her the sun say "I would never lead you astray."

her life was not over,

but truly

just beginning