Raindrops on Roses

Raindrops on roses, beautiful and young

Weighing down thy petals, away from the glimmering sun

Down, dowm, their heads hang low,

Covered in the sky's tears, for the sky has no mercy on the beautiful and young

Forever wondering, shall thy ever see the sun, or tis this life just grey?

Once the sky has dried thy tears, thy clouds of gloom will have parted to and fro,

Thy heads will rise, omce again, for the pain is what made them grow.

(Just a little poem a wrote a few weeks back. I usually don't dabble with poetry, but I was feeling inspired so I went for it:)