The Rose
She smells of a rose
and looks as the petals.
She only blooms when
the cold winter blows away.
She comes up out of the
ground when spring time
comes dancing around.
All the people walk by
to look at her beauty as her
buds become petals. She
is there for everyone to love
and see. But be careful, she
might blow away with
the summer breeze.
By the end of summer, the
rose will wilt and die.
All of the happiness of spring
will say good-bye to the
beautiful rose that always
brought love after the snow.
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