A snow white rose sits in it's bush,
without a care in the world.
People gaze and admire its beauty.
They come back and pluck all of her friends,
leaving her all by herself.

She cries dew drops as everyone passes,
not even a second look is given.
Days pass along with all the people.
Suddenly a woman stops and says,
"Hey, why is there only one rose?
It's wasting precious space with this giant bush!"

She begins chopping at the bush with haste.
The rose cries out for help, but everyone turns away.
She decides enough is enough and lashes out.
Her thorny vines whip at the woman and blood flies,
landing on the white rose creating red stains all over.

The woman never comes back, but others do.
They try to whack away at the bush,
but she won't have it.
The rose whips and lashes at her victims,
and blood flies and flies.

Soon the rose is covered in  their scarlet blood,
and the stains never went away.
She was the first red rose, but certainly not the last,
for people started paying tribute and honoring her,
by giving her red rose children to their dates and spouses.

She only wanted to be noticed and not brushed aside.
Now she is revered and oozing with pride.