From stubby stem
to a bud, I suppose
it grows into a Rose.
Through the Spring,
as the Summer goes,
now it is
an aging Rose.
Time will pass again
through Winter's cold,
and I do suppose,
There will be a Rose.
From stubby stem
to a bud, I suppose
it grows into a Rose.
Through the Spring,
as the Summer goes,
now it is
an aging Rose.
Time will pass again
through Winter's cold,
and I do suppose,
There will be a Rose.