Look and if you wish
smell the radiant rose
don't you snap or shake it-
it's too fragile and delicate
or its fragrance and beauty
will come to a close

how patiently and how long
it has waited to pose
itself to show
and please the world-
let's listen to its tender plea
and allow it to blow-

in its short allotted time
it does sadly know
after the end of summer
its days will be over-

as its last petals fall
none of us will see
its tears that are within
each , concealed and enclosed