Of Shrubs And Bugs

In the middle of a vast green field,
Amidst a thicket of wild shrubs,
Grew a lone, frightened rose,
Somewhere hidden from all the bugs.

It withstood Nature's obstacles,
From the scorch to many a thunder,
Emerging as an epitome of beauty,
Oh, it was the eighth wonder!

The once uninhabited land,
Soon was visited by insects untold,
Who came by following a fragrance,
Which they could not unfold.

The butterflies wandered aimlessly,
The bees just buzzed around,
The shrubs were left in an enigma,
Nonetheless, they enjoyed their sound!

Slowly, slowly as time went by,
The rose started withering away,
It gave in to the numerous forces,
Losing its scent day after day.

Anon the Beauty met its fate,
But alas, none shed a tear,
It lay lifeless, motionless,
Somewhere hidden, oh I fear.

And right from that day forth,
Never ever a bug fluttered by,
It all went back to the way it was,
The shrubs were left to wonder why...

Author's Note

Well....beauty lies within :)

Reviews

[Ted Kniffen]

A lovely tale of Nature. I like the use of older words...amidst...alas...anon. They give this the sense of a poem that could have been written by one of the Romantics.

About the only thing I would consider changing would be the use of two 'the's' in the second verse.
'It withstood the nature's obstacles,
From the scorch to the various thunders,'
to
It withstood Nature's obstacles,
From the scorch to various thunders,

Only for the flow.

All in all, a good write.

[Zoya]

Thank you so very much, Ted! I'll make the change right away :)

[Farhan Shaikh]

Loved the poem loved the stanzas which are meaningful and the rhymes.. lovely

[Zoya]

Thank you much for your time, Farhan. Appreciated.

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Wow u spun deep metaphor with the jungle rose. Quite imaginative a poem. You are a prodigy writer, budding youth poetess. I must have said that before neh?. Kudos.

Soo nice to read from u again, Pleez do write your thoughts comment under my newest poem too.

[Zoya]

Thank you very much! Will surely check out your poem.

[Elizabeth]

This was absolutely beautiful. Again and again you leave me in awe of your work.
I particularly loved the ending of the poem which wrapped it up very nicely

[Zoya]

And again! Thank you very much! Will soon return the favour :)

[Elizabeth]

You're welcome :)

[KCthelastboyscout]

Beautiful.im sure you've been told before what a wonderful storyteller you are.youre an amazing artist with words

[Zoya]

Thanks, KC! That means much.

[AllauraRose]

I personally love roses, you could even say I'm obsessed. My phone case has rose print and I want to get a rose tattoo. I love roses because even in death they are beautiful. Death may have ended it, but it won in the end. Amazing work, I really enjoyed reading it!

[Zoya]

Ooh, glad you liked it! Thanks, Allaura :)

[AllauraRose]

Anytime my friend!

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful description of nature. if we watch her. She is organized and perfect. I liked your description in the poem. Thank you Zoe for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Zoya]

Thanks very much, Coyote! Appreciated as ever :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Zoe.

[Stella Armour]

This a wonderful write for someone of your age and you have much potential, well done Zoe :)

[Zoya]

Thanks very much, Stella! Really appreciate the kind words :)

[Stella Armour]

you are most welcome

[Pragati Chaudhary]

This happens with humans too. The fear the tragedies just eat up & sometimes force people to live a life downtrodden & lifeless...
well written Zoe

[Zoya]

True. Thanks, Pragati! Means much :)

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Why does beauty sometimes die?? So many questions why?? Beauty internal will never die...beautiful ..🌹

[Zoya]

Thank you very much. Really appreciate it :)

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A lovely narrative write, Zoe.

Despite the egoistic criticisms of the great unread below, very few have the gravitas to create original, emotional pieces of narrative poetry. And this poem illustrates that the capabilities to do that are in your hands.

Like all objects of great beauty, they are attractive by sight and scent only as long as the beauty lasts. Inner beauty is not transparent as we all know from our daily lives. And once the beauty is lost, withered by time and age, so too are the admirers who once courted it. And all it once was and stood to be is never mourned.

I enjoyed this write; concisely written, original story with a truthful moral message at its creative heart. Well Done.

[Zoya]

Extremely kind words, Doodley. Really appreciate it! Thank you so very much :)