Got Till It's Gone

Summer's sun gives birth to a child
The days are yearning for a sustained journey
He infuses the barren Earth with his waters
For it to only sprout dying roses

leaves Fall, as friends remain
As mirages on the seas
It seems as though he is changing
But only as pedals on dying roses

Insufficient material Winters that came
Provoked this being from carnal gratitude
His work has done an abundance of little impact
To effect the inevitability of dying roses

The repute of the man has not left Spring
His laurels barely beat his derision
The heedlessness induced the irony
Of the dying of red roses