Resplendent in Summer with red flowers on her clothes
The queen of the graden has lost her last rose
On the petals of her last rose the ground insects does feed
That in Nature nothing is wasted seems so true indeed
On the birth and death of beauty Nature has her say
This is how it is and it will always be this way
In the Southern land a cool Winter's day
Quite typical June weather looking cloudy and gray
The rose tree of the garden is looking quite bare
Cloaked in her roses of Summer she possessed beauty rare
But by mid Spring new rose buds on her branches will show
And into beautiful roses in a few weeks will grow
The petals of Autumn's last rose are going to decay
And what is for the rose will be for me one day.
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