A poem I wrote about the Rose. Roses are my favorite flower.
They say nothing could smell as sweet,
Crimson red, snow white, or pale pink,
The sun, with beauty, you do greet.
No other flower can compare,
Not Lillies, Daisies nor Sunflower,
To the glory of the Rose we handle with care.
The beauty of the Rose captures all,
The scent of the Rose enchants the senses,
Until the Winter comes and picks each petal to fall.
The presence of the Rose all do miss,
When Winter replaces the Rose with white earth,
And all await Spring for the beauty of the Rose and its bliss.