there is one rose still growing
standing proudly in the yard
the others have finished wilting
this one is standing guard
spring is on the way
the sun is shining so much more
the rose still stands, tall and strong
oh, the weather she does adore
as more roses begin to sprout
she lends a guiding hand
shares her water, her sun
and gives up her own land
she watched them rise before her eyes
and felt a great surge of pride
her garden was filling- oh so lovely!
but the laws of nature, she must abide
so her petals started dropping
her leaves turned a shade of grey
the other roses stood by her side
and helped her day by day
eventually the time had come
where it was time to say good-bye
as she began to close her eyes, she looked around
one last glance, she would not cry
there is one yard
with a sea of flowers
and the one who created it all
up in heaven, she still towers.
a/n: this is for you grandma. i know you loved your little rose bush, no matter how short it's life was. you are our rose, we love you.
p.r.
