I arose this morning to the scent
Of this season’s first rose

I looked in wonder and was shown
Buds of many, these plants grow

The buds reveal a glimpse of
All The more beauty it stows

There are three bushes, flowers to be
Red and pink, in rows and rows

One rose bush is my Father, one is
My Mother and the other is Me

These rose bushes were grounded to
Represent a part of our family tree