A Rose with no thorns   The favorite of the Sun, she bloomed like no other.   Many a spring ago.   Years have passed. And in this hidden spring, a cool wind blew. While the Sun left to rest.   The old rose was now all alone.   Except for a bud, hidden in the shade of his prodigal elder.   Never learned of the sun's full embrace.   Knowing her time was up, the elder kissed the Sun Farewell. And left in the arms of the wind.   A Rose wilted today, but left a fresh bud to grow.   And with the Sun's embrace, will grow to be just as sweet.