The rose grows in glory

The rose tells a story

It blooms beautifully

And displays its peddles carefully

It moves with care

It has a lot to share

It stands alone

And sits in its own zone

The rose is a gift

It gives the spirit a lift

It makes one thing clear

That God is always near

It stays close by

It helps us see eye to eye

It means everything

Despite what life can bring

It brightens every day

Come what may

As it strikes a pose

Nothing’s better than the rose