the beauty and death of nature and life

The Rose sprung from the ground
it sprung from a dirt mound

it opens it petals
gaining the nature's metals

the thorns Sharpe but harmless
painful thorns but not charmless

the leafs green and lush
the wind blowing silently hush

life going by so the rose will die
it only leaves nature to cry

memories of the rose stay around
a rose comes on the dirt mound

then the beauty of the petals
earning the nature's metal





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