The first rose

Through summer and spring, the roses grow,
Blooming, blossoming before it's time to go.
When they are ready, I pick them for others,
Maybe friends, siblings, dads, or mothers.
They warm up our hearts and make us smile,
Though they are unneeded, they are worthwhile.
Their lovely fragrance fills the summer air,
We decorate our houses with them everywhere.

But their immense beauty only lasts so long,
We can’t have anymore because winter comes along.
All the wonderful roses in our houses are dying,
As the heat turns too cold and the roses are drying.
We try keep them alive to keep us smiling,
But the amount of dead roses is piling.
And our smiles are slowly fading away,
All happiness is fading day by day.
But then one day at winter’s end,
Through the soil I saw my old friend.
A rose was growing tall and proud,
And I was back on top of my cloud.