victory of a rose

the world had gone nuts
pebbles were preferred to roses
basking in the glory of being
her best friend,
a pebble sneered at a rose and said-
what use is your transient beauty?
I am her beloved friend
Fair, dark, dumb or witty-
Whoever she be!
On a table beneath a mirror they both lay
the rose couldn’t be in the fray
It knew the statement’s veracity,
it would live for a day;
the shiny pebble for eternity
you picked up the rose
and wore it in your tresses
by the evening it would begin to wilt
but it had no sense of guilt
the shiny stone still shone...
but the rose had won