It is a rose

 

Red as a rose. 

So beautiful and with a great fragrance admired by everyone. Hard to grow hard to be healthy and be perfect enought to be liked by other.

The wind and sun that gives it the need to grow . The thorn that protect them from anything that would harm it. But that was not enought to ever protect them.

The colour of the petals so red among other colour red how dar and fibrant it is. Stand out among other. But when the soil get to dry and there is no care to the soil it geta dry. The stem would soften up loosing it's strong support for the whole plant.

The beautiful petals of the roses that was red resembles blood, could be. Slowly losses its colour it's beauty and slowly become dull and dark. From the soft healthy juicy petal to a dry lifeless thing that are ready to be crushed.

One by one the pedals falls becoming one with the soil then join all other parts of it. Once a beautiful flower now become a Bart of the earth that no one even notice. 

The amount of care it needed was never met and the praises it gets for being so magnificent was not enought to make it live.

How can it when it needed was water.