Clipped
Like the flowers
Prepared for the vase

She waited
Like the flower
Did for the sun
To open its petals
To soak in the rays.

But her light dimmed
The brighter it shined

She waited 
Like the flower
Did for the rain
To wash away the pollen
To cleanse in the drops

But the earth kept her dirty
As the water rose to new heights

She waited
Like the flower
Did for the moon
To dream in the night
To wake in another day

But it’s white glow
Beckoned her
Into the darkness
She now calls home

Between glass, she sits
Pretty against the wall
Adorned with a ribbon
For likeness of sight

On looker’s take in her beauty
Through a window, untouched

A Rose, Plucked
For its own beauty

Like her, the child of Eve