Rhodoras Wither Roses

A creek dwelt in a serene realm,
Speck of celestial beams danced and gleamed,
A rose splashed a heavenly scent,
Adored by a butterfly with hueful paint, 
Then, fresh rhodora sprouted to tease,
Those lurking wasps and sweet little bees,
In the Zephyr, she wagged her leaves and petals,
To irk the couples into pals,
Rhodora vexed the hueful butterfly,
Made the rose withered to cry,
Rose faded and devoured by the ground,
Then, more rhodoras burgeon around.