Red Rose Poem by patrick reilly

Red rose so beautiful Prettiest of all flowers and so cheerful, so nice.
Red rose, ohh how I see you on a summers morning. So beautiful to admire but not to touch.
Red rose ohh how you fill my heart with joy, from just a mere glimps of your sight.
Red rose I can see that your day has come to an end as do all one day. I watch your dry crisp pettels fall down and leave nothing behind.
Back to the ground where you came from to be born again.... Goodbye old friend