Analysis of White Rose

Your shoulders bow with shame,
your petals darken too.
Others of your name
have fared better than you.

Water keeps you from breathing,
so you can't show your beauty.
The storm clouds are seething,
the sun neglecting its duty.

I watch and wait for you to grow
I watch and wait for the sun to break through.
It may seem like it won't show.
Until it does there's nothing I can do;

but shelter you from the rain,
and wait for you to grow again.