A Wilting Rose

Before you stands a rose
Such a pretty little thing
So dear to your heart
that you could almost sing

But you would neglect it
you fail to give it care
A single petal blackens  
And tumbles through the air

Before you stands a rose
who's needs you would deny
On the plinth you place below it
more petals come to lie

You must learn to hear its voice
You must understand its cries
But every time you fail
another petal dies

Before you stands a rose
Its petals lying dead
The final one has fallen
Like a tear that has been shed

The final petal comes to rest
It just could not hang on on
You didn't learn to hear its voice
And now your final chance is gone