Oh Look the Rose

Oh look how the rose withers.

Oh look how the petals fall.

With time it begins to shrivel,

Till time fine’ly makes its call.

 

Oh look how the rose is empty.

Oh look how the petals are gone.

Lo it may look deceased.

Time’s decided it’s still not done.

 

Oh look how the rose grows.

Oh look how the petals blossom.

Life's been sparked again.

Time knew he could not call’em.

 

Oh look how the rose still stands.

Oh look how the petals are hand in hand.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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