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.