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The Red Summer Rose
The red summer rose waves softly in the wind youth is strength and her petals hold together Bloomed yesterday with a cheery red that smiles and the morning dew tickles and trickles down her stem courting butterflies and bees with a fragrance pure hummingbirds wing hovering to embrace her nectar The brilliance of sunlight makes her sparkle and shine her deep red hue bursting with radiance of crimson glory As the lush glow of moonlight kisses the rose as she emits a glow of blood red rich and dark as the night's shade. Water the rose bush with a good soak as the summer heat can feel sharp with teeth that burn the green into a dusty brown Summer's days are long and it's heat strong with a quiet still red red rose you fade with age is your youth evaporates into the sun the brilliant red color rust into an auburn crisp at the petals edge The red summer rose wilts no more butterflies or bees as her nectar dries a brisk hot wind rips her petals away one by one they go Beauty once pleasing faded and gone, colors so fresh are pale next year will bring again the red summer rose I plant next to it a rose bush of white with hope a new year can bring.
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