(N)...everlasting

cut red roses
scattered everywhere
nowhere is there not
a blood red blossom.

they signify the happy things
in life
but yet,
as a cut flower will lose
its beauty,
wilt and die...

so will the happy things
all will come to an
end
all will lose their beauty
wilt
and vanish.

until all that is left
is a memory
that will become lost,
become a forgotten treasure
in the depths
of our minds.