An old, basically abandoned graveyard on a backroad. I found it during my walks.
This rose caught my eye. Went closer to take a picture. Noticed the white fence. But, that was IT. Nothing else. No headstone or marker.
The other graves were not nearby. And the the rose was in the middle. Must be a grave underneath & at some point somebody planted that ROSE.
This is life. This is death. Life goes on. Roses will continue to grow. The rose nurtured by what lays below.