T'was a beauteous morning I stood there adoring,
the florists flowers finest.
From outside I peered as a little I feared-
may come down with a pollen puffed sinus.
That's when I sighted hence truely delighted;
a blossoming rose differentiated.
Dashed in and out to purchase the sprout,
which completely captivated.
Studied it's life every day, every night,
With no sense of age though still did engage,
loving and living life's tapestry.
Though something I noticed-the colours were deepest,
the prettiest of all at the later...
Some said 'dying', though I knew from the spying,
The rose near the end, gave the greater.
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