12 July 2012
A single red rose Different shades of red Standing there lonely With a sad hanging head.
I walk to the red rose And picked it straight up I took a little whiff Held the head in a cup
So beautiful was this rose All alone on the shelf So I took it home And looked after in myself.
Weeks had a passed The rose grew and bloomed I'm so thankful of this rose When I thought my world was doomed.
The Red Rose • Opuss № I