To be eaten by ground insects and to Nature's decay
The rose tree of late Autumn has known of a better day
Near the onset of Winter and Spring far away
Nature on all things has the final say
In late Spring she will have new roses to display
On a typical morning for the southern May
The sun it is hidden behind clouds of grey
Without her leaves and flowers the thorny rose tree looks bare
In Spring and Summer with Nature's finest she favourably compare
In late Fall and Winter no beauty in her to see
Just an unattractive to look at bare thorny small tree
The petals of her last rose by her on the ground
As food for Nature's insects crawling around.
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