Rhodoras Wilt the Roses

A creek dwelt in a serene realm,
Specks 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 wither and cry.
The rose faded, devoured by the ground,
Then more rhodoras burgeoned around.