I am the summer rose Sitting in the sultry sun. I move when the wind blows. Other roses? I see none, I feel I am the only one.
No one smells my sweet scent. My fragrance goes neglected. This is not the life I dreamt, I somehow feel dejected. The life I had not expected.
I sit in the sun all day. The buzzing that that bee makes As it flies my way. The pollen that it takes Suddenly causes me to awake.
I realize I am the summer rose And I'm the symbol for peace, love, and longevity. My fate was sealed before I arose Now I see it in clarity. I was meant to live in simple sincerity.