As the weather cools
Nature begins to sleep
Plants lose their flowers
Trees bare their leaves
The circle of life is continuous
All life is precious
As the flower's stem appear to be bare
One cannot ignore the small sign of life
Through this bitter cold life found a way
For a single red rose is beginning to bud
As time flows the bud begins to flower
Although all around has withered and died
The single rose has found it's way
Through the elements it's carved it own life
For regardless of the conditions
Like the Rose, we control our destinies
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 7:15 PM UTC
As the weather cools
Nature begins to sleep
Plants lose their flowers
Trees bare their leaves
The circle of life is continuous
All life is precious
As the flower's stem appear to be bare
One cannot ignore the small sign of life
Through this bitter cold life found a way
For a single red rose is beginning to bud
As time flows the bud begins to flower
Although all around has withered and died
The single rose has found it's way
Through the elements it's carved it own life
For regardless of the conditions
Like the Rose, we control our destinies
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