Find the moral, it’s about real life.

A rose first starts from a seed

It grows slowly with nothing but time
It sprouts and grows with thorns to protect it

It gives birth to leaves with bulbs in protection
It then blossoms and shows it signs of beauty

They are then past out to show signs of beauty
They come from your heart with love and affection

We then just sometimes let them wither away
Because my feelings were gone

I let mine almost die in front of my house
I looked at it and cried

I then nurtured it, clipped it, water it, talked to it
I told it that it could be beautiful again
I cared for it daily

It then begin to show signs of life
Thorns again, bulbs blossoming
Roses of beauty shining brightly
In every color imaginable

I then passed them out to strangers
they smiled and said thank you

I gave them to friends and they said why
I say it’s because I care for you

Their signs of beauty, signs of love sign of affection