My Rose
© Wendy L. Quinlan
One day I saw a gorgeous red rose, It seemed just for me, it struck a fair pose. On this day there was a beautiful blue sky, I knew when that changed this rose would die. So I uprooted the rose and took it home, Then I realized my rose was all alone. I went to the store and bought some rose seeds, As I was planting, I knew it was a good deed. Winter came and the weather grew cold, My poor single rose got quite old. But as soon as spring began to push, In front of my house was a huge rose bush. All this beauty gave me a sense of power, Just because of that one single flower.
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