The wilted rose

The wilted rose,
Yellow, it was, in its youth,
Now sits sad and withered,
Blackened petals,
Its charm, its youthful charm,
Robbed, depleted, lost.
Abandoned by human,
Embraced by wilderness,
Happy to be one with nature,
Feeling the touch of the soil,
Craving for heavenly drops from the sky,
The wilted rose, the yellow wilted rose,
Still holding on to life, beauty and its dying charm.