The Final Rose

All the plants have died

Even the final rose

The leaves are falling more and more 

As the wind blows

The mornings darker

The days quicker

The wind blows harder

The lights flicker

As the wind blows 

All the plants die

Even the final rose


This poem is about: 
Our world


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