The Whispering Rose

In the spring and summer
we see the growth in our
garden of the Whispering
Rose, with buds that bloom
every which way it goes.

We see the beauty of its
shape and the petals galore,
and you better be careful
not to get pricked by the
thorns evermore.

The beauty of the Whispering
Rose means the beauty of it
never goes, so take your
imagination and let it flow
to your core and let your
spirit fly at anytime.

So you say why do I call the
rose whispering, well if you're
outside and you feel a nice
breeze, and you listen very
carefully you might hear the
sound of the Whispering Rose.

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