A Pink Rose

There's a beautiful, pink flower in my garden. A beautiful, pink rose that blooms every year. Its petals are as pink as the color of strawberry ice cream. As soft as a baby bird's feather. It smells of sweet perfume. The scent of clean clothes. There's a beautiful, pink flower in my garden. A beautiful, pink rose that blooms every year. The stem is as green as string beans. As strong as a piece of metal that will never break. It stands there straight as can be, only moving when strong winds run by. There's a beautiful, pink flower in my garden. A beautiful, pink rose that blooms every year. Its leaves are rough and pointy at the ends, with many deigns going every which way. Its thorns are sharp like the blade of a knife, looking threatening as they stick out of the stem. To me, this beautiful, pink rose symbolizes the beginning of Spring. The beginning of a new day, a new year.