As It Should

A budded rose stem
On thin branch in course sand
It shrinks under sun

A gingham maid pours water
Rushing down onto the crown

Glass beads dot petals
Dripping into the puddle
The green leaves shimmer

Morning sun climbs high
Drying the single red bud

The flower stem wilts
Petals droop down in distress
Nightfall sunsets relief

Gingham maid retrieves the pail
Spray dances around brown root

Desert sun turns hot
Too much for English flower
The thin stem turns orange

The gingham maid pours water
Much too late to save it

The desert returns to sand
As it should.

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