Past the Prime

Dew on the rose

Though time has passed
as time always does
and the petals
on this rose
have gone past new
The dew
as the petals
dries
Yet the warmth of the sun
soothes the beauty
that remains
to shine
in the bright light of day
Remember fair rose
that beauty lies not
solely
in the newness of youth
held tightly in
shimmering in the fine
beauty lies
in that
which never dies
and the one who sees
finds the sweetness within
holds the beauty
in the palm
of their heart