The Rose

A rose reaches to meet the sun shinning down A worm vacates his home as water enters the ground The sun goes in the moon comes out The wind blows to shake the trees about The rain falls to nurture the grass Autumn approaches summers pass Colours from green now orange and red The rose once bloomed now is dead Winter is quiet not much sound A blanket of white now covers the ground The rose gone bye winters doom Springtime showing its new bloom