The rose grows
The wind blows
The rain falls
Birds give their calls
The river flows
Spring shows
The rose wilts
The rose tilts
Spring ends
With it winter sends,
All the snow
Nothing more can grow
The rose dies
The birds give their cries
~7/3/21

Close your eyes
Take the butterflies
And wish upon a star


Make it big
Or make it small
Don't yell it out to all


If you do,
The stars will coo
Your wish has not come true


It will come
If good, not bad
So please don't be sad