Blooming Friends
The love of a rose is love of beauty
A love so trusting
Dead wood flowering profusely
Drawing from the earth and sun
Over wintered it has won
Tall and proud
Colour so vibrant and profound
In silence it’s colours no sound
Touch and you will see blood
Stems are laden with thorns
Keep away it warms
Such beauty it defends
We are it’s friends
Blood we shed in Autumn tide
So beauty of the bloom our bride
We endure the thorns so proudly sharp
Summer we reap beauty
That sings in colour like a harp.
Queen of flowers you give your all
We love your beauty endure your spikes
Your presence will always cause delights.
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