Thanking the Gardener

You stand in front of a garden so vast You gave a smile that could shame the great sun You went to the young roses, as you must You water them with knowledge, like you can The roses you see almost everyday You truly do care for them so dearly You tell them great stories to make their day And you always do it wholeheartedly One time you pick a few, we pricked your hand It hurts so much, so we ask forgiveness I wish it will not hurt this genuine bond That will be destroyed by our thorned progess I want to say a million thanks to whom Made the beautiful roses greatly bloom