From the moment the seed is planted,
and the roots begin to spread,
a beauty is brang to life,
that we can all share.
Blossuming in spring,
and losing its leafs in autumn,
dieing in winter but when summer comes around,
a new beauty is formed once again.
Its perfect cycle,
so beautiful to the eye,
that harm is never in mind.
Things along the way can
kill the beauty it creates,
however the roses that stand strong,
through their lifes remain the,
beautifulest of them all.
The roses that never die,
cause their beauty
stays with us for life.
(L)
