A fruit stays ripe only for a moment in time,
Before it rots and turns to a darkened slime.
The rode stays bright and crisp for a while,
But soon fades away and falls to the ground,
Petal by petal, til nothing stands.
We as humans are no more than fruit
Provide seeds, the rotting away.
Keeping the species replenished and active.
But inside we are dormant.
Dead and nothing but a shell.
Flesh with a soul, an empty soul only one thing can fill..
We can’t buy this thing.
Only believe it to be true,
And one day when our bodies rot and fade away,
As we will we see the light at the end
We know then,
This repetitive life we live as a rose,
Is possible because of a Greater reason.