Blooms in a vase on my table
The scent fading.
Where once it filled the room,
Seems a long time since,
They never should have been taken from the garden
That is where they were alive
We think beauty lasts no matter where you take it
But alas, cut from the source of life, nothing survives
Inside first, then the petals fall to the the ground
And the fragrance is silenced.