He grew roses in his garden,
They grow so well,
Everybody loves those roses,
They are all pretty.
Came a guy,
Plucks one of the roses,
Silently.
Gardener realizes,
One of his roses is missing,
The one that not grew well enough,
He's afraid,
The rose is going to die,
Soon.
It was true,
The rose is dying,
The rose thief feel like it's no use,
It's ugly now,
Dark spots everywhere!
He's bored at just looking at it after all.
The rose thief throws the rose away,
The rose is not die yet,
It's just dying,
Untill,
The gardener took it back,
On a street.
The rose is well taken,
The rose is safe now,
With its parents,
And siblings.
