I was planted in spring
Not knowing the joy I'd bring
From ones loving heart to another
The love was rich an never somthered
I am a rose.
The sacred flower I so pose
The sun is radient on my petals
I'm growing and I love the clensing of metal
I feel as if I symbolize something strong
Love can be complicated be it isnt wrong
The fourth of july was real great
Although the lights started a little late
The warm months are becoming few
I know because of the morning dew
I'm not sure what to think
But I will stay strong as my petals drink
The water feels so good running down my stem
I am very thanksful for them
As I know the that weather is changing. I'm weiry
It has become to rain and I'm driery
The heat has gone down alot of degrees
I need a jacket or I'm going to freeze
I look around and this sceen isnt as pretty
The leavs are falling all through the city
I feel weak and unsure
I am a good rose and I' am pure
As the dew become a little colder
My petals begin to smolter
I am one year older
As winter comes my keeper tells me
I will wither and become un healty
There is no more sun left in the sky
My stem curls over and I being to die