The Rose

Submitted by Mikaela Grace on Tue, 07/15/2014 - 01:01

Its starts off as a seed, planted in rich soil,
The seed starts to grow,
A bud appears.
It blooms,
It is a Rose.
Winter comes and the plant must struggle against it,
Frosts attack the Rose with bitter cold words, that surround the it,
The plant must endure the hard season.
Spring arrives,
And the Rose is welcomed with warm caresses from the sun.
The rose is now in full beauty,
We call this beauty,


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Lovely poem :)

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