As the weather cools Nature begins to sleep Plants lose their flowers Trees bare their leaves
The circle of life is continuous All life is precious As the flower's stem appear to be bare One cannot ignore the small sign of life
Through this bitter cold life found a way For a single red rose is beginning to bud As time flows the bud begins to flower Although all around has withered and died
The single rose has found it's way Through the elements it's carved it own life For regardless of the conditions Like the Rose, we control our destinies