Learned Poem by Loretta Doyle Smalley

There once was a rose.
It just popped out of the ground like a shooting star.
I learned things about this rose.
It has many things in common with me.
We both start off as a tiny seed.
Then we need nutrition's to help us grow, and after along period of time we pop out and see the light.
This rose stands alone like me.
I mainly like to keep to my self.
The rose loves the wind, and the night sjy.
That is what I learned about this special rose.