A new life, a red rose born in the spring
The earth celebrates, creations do sing.
Her splendor grows after the summer rain
Her crimson color deepens, but she sees pain.
Dwelling on how she will be here for a while
Seeing her adornment heeped up in a pile.
The Rose dwelt on her beauty fading away
Thinking about the last sunset each day.
Her petals weeping covered in dew
Life in limbo from a nonproductive view.
Friend, time is an effect we cannot fight
Delight in each day enjoy your flight.