My Mom Is a Rose


My mom
Pretty as a rose
Blooms slowly
With water air and sunlight
She will grow day by day

To become a ful rose soon
Grown by the gardener
God
Helped by the bee

And the butterfly
Both love the rose
The rose that grows
And grows
Flying though the wind

Petal by petal
Smelling so sweet
Having a bold color
Being painted by all
The flower that shows
Love

Greenest steam
Petals soft
Smooth
Not ruff
All in my rose
My rose mom

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