Red petals of time, each one archives an event in mind
Though just an infant a new seed beauty is destined
Through fertile soil obtained the nutrients you need
Reach toward the heavens
With your head held up high
Reach toward the sun to grow into the sky
Plant your roots and remember from whence you came
A beautiful flower, living life the same
Elegance gleaming from the eyes
Rose petals shine velvety wonders a mystery left behind
A seasoned stem omits deception from honest lines
Wise ancestors sweet and kind
Wilting Rose life is at an end,
But from its seed life will come again…
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