Prompt 3

I see a flower all bathed red

Screams which into silence have bled

Such sorrow, such disaster who could have led!

When a flower with fate is set to wed

There can be pleas all around

Of a humbly beating heart

But none meddles with season

When you flower to depart

Yet when it bloomed

It had joy radiating around

It might be doomed

But had bliss bursting abound

When something so tender, could sway unafraid

I shall not fear any perils ahead

To sprout a life when there is none

Out of a reddening dawn will rise a sun!