Beauty so tender, a sight to behold

So delicate so sweet more precious than gold

Bringing joy to all around it

And still the short life is sad I admit

Treated right and cared for

It blooms and flourishes; a truly great reward

But like the Rose a treasure; one be warned

Handle with respect and care for every Rose has it's thorn

A symbol of joy, and a symbol of rebirth

Some of Spring's first early arrivals a source of great mirth

Reminding me of our human lives, not so different really

How similar they are it all sounds so silly

But under proper circumstances we can bloom and flourish too

And we can bring harm or joy to others; the choice is up to you

Life is short and is a precious treasure

True beauty and worth are something only God can measure

Treat all life with care and respect

For each one is sacred and hand select