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The Last Rose The last rose dances in the cold breeze- Heavy with rain, another petal falls to the ground. The swing dangles in the sudden quiet of summers end- It's passengers now only leaves and spider webs. The tall oak now sports its latest declaration of a summer love affair carved into its bark. A red squirrel races through its thinning branches hoarding more food for the winter months ahead, while the owl's haunting notes mix with the sound of rustling leaves. The sandbox is long forgotten- The children's toys and laughter only a memory now. A caterpillar inches along the chipped green paint of the wheelbarrow, left leaning against the shed until the return of spring. Darkness descends more swiftly now and house lights twinkle from windows, while nature looks on watching the silent movies playing out within. The breeze turns sharply colder- and the last petal from the last rose falls like a delicate tear to the ground. |
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