Hundred years ago
Beside the oak tree
A rose plant once stood
Sprouting in youthful exuberance
Green with life; gaining the admiration of many
The oak tree, totally ignored.
Not too long a time
The rose plant began to taste the gall of senescence
Contour lines finding their way on their once spotless stem
Leaves wilting till there were none left
Look at it!
The children exclaimed
What a dreadful sight!
Like a hundred year old woman
Once paraded as a beauty queen
Waiting for the newest anti-aging cream
because Botox has lost its potency
Revival never came to the rose
But while all this happened
the oak tree looked on
And till today,
the oak tree still stands proud.