sarah bishop (Crestview)

A red rose is so sweet and so delicate,
A red rose is always so bright and glimmering with red,
A red rose has always grown so gracefully,
and always before the end of the rose's life it starts to wilt,
but why does it wilt with no life left,
is the rose sad to leave the beautiful earth it grew on,
or just sad to live so short.

A red rose so wilted and dead,
A red rose is now dull, blackish, red,
A red rose that had died without dread,
A red rose that has left without a good bye or farewell,
and always so quiet and peaceful,
A red rose, farewell to you.