Life Is Sacred

In the Garden the blooming rose
Tucked in the vase in a pose

The sweet fragrance spread in the air
Lending grace to an otherwise room bizarre

The rich red velvet of the petals.
The crowning glory of the green sepals

The beauty of this natural piece
Has at last now withered and died

Reminds one all the time
Life should be lived to the brim

In case this virtue is denied