I don`t understand
As there`s no reason why
The perfume of roses
Brings a tear to my eye.
The wonder is there
As it always will be
How this beautiful rose
grows in my garden for me.
I only planted a root
Attached to bare ugly sticks,
Was there a genie inside
That performed magic tricks? .
Did he carry red paint
With a quick dash of white
To perfect my rose
Into such a wonderful sight? .
I`ll pray this Winter
He will keep warm
To return in the Spring
Again to perform.