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
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