In the garden bed a rose bush grows,
With ups and downs, highs and lows.
As the seasons change, so do the blooms
In many shades they fight the gloom.
A small rose bud, wrapped in green,
Fights very hard to be seen.
Each rose grows large, with colours bright,
Petals unfolding, bringing delight.
In full bloom, each at it's peak,
Every day the sun they seek.
Then suddenly the glory ends,
Each lovely stem begins to bend.
The petals fall, the colours fade,
It soon seems they were never made.
The bush stands strong, do not fear,
With proper care buds reappear.
The roses grow with such sweet scent,
My love do you see what is meant.
With proper care and a little fuss,
All this can be the same for us.
