A bouquet of roses

Nature's presentation on a lovely spring day
I had to hesitate reaching out to take it away
Admire us, love us where we are
We die in your hands if we venture far

If you touch us you will bleed
or would you rather we live
the rest of our time here in a vase
in water coloured with your blood
where you watch us wilt before your eyes
bit by bit, hour by hour
minute by minute
second
by
second
till
we are no more