It is the rose in the day,
Let it show you life's own way,
Yet it will fade,
Let it blossom in Mid May and light the world's path.
Let it bloom through out your heart,
Let it spark your life's decision.
May it show peace from the earth's own,
To some it is least shown,
To others it is the peace in their own eyes.
It varies frome different colors,
To show they are not all the same.
It does not blame the ground for it's own death,
A rose has its own personality.
Not a copy,
It is not a sloppy flower.
Just earth's beautiful rose .