Life..

it lay on the grass: dejected; depressed and helpless. it's old withered surface refelcted the tyranny its got, ignored, abandoned and alone. the once red rose had turned to brown, the misery, i could not see.
the once alive, enjoying the first drop of rain, the first glance of a lover, the first ray of the sun, the first gust of wind. The rose, left its place to welcome a new bud, a new life.
The depressing sight of its once strong stem, its petals once bright and gay, the thorns once fresh and sharp...
Happiness and sorrow had all left it, it was alone; in the dark, in the day, in the rain. Life had vanished from its once pretty leaves, ..it was alone, the rain, the sun, the wind, the grass, the new bud, had all left it...
this rose and no one else...

[ps. if u dint get the metaphorical meaning of the word ' alone', dont proceed readin it :)]