THE FIRST SNOW ON A RED ROSE

A lonely Red Rose
Alone and tired of waiting The Morning Dew
That will make its petals wet
Long lonely waiting
Tired time by time
The Dew is never come back

A lonely Red Rose
Still waiting till the weather change
Mother earth she her falling tears

This morning....
The white snow fall into The Red Rose
She smile
She thinks its The Dew come to wet her petals

"Why you come late?"
She whispered
No answer for her
The White snow fall more and more
filled her petals

~Nietz~

#My_Poem