The joyous song of a victorious rose plant

                                                                                                                  I 'm the third  plant in the row
From three sides
Yet at the apex
And  the easiest to approach
And the easiest to destroy.

My master's son any morning
Loves to take my face
In his hands
And ruffle it thoroughly
Till my petals  fall off
And my bare head remains
Dancing drunkenly.

Oh that I had the voice of humans
To let my master know
                                                                             
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                                                                                     That I too had done my duty
                                                                                     And produced
                                                                                     A healthy beautiful rose.

Again I try and produce
A healthy beautiful bud.
This time the gates are opened
And a trailer loaded with stone
Moves backward overlooking
That it was stepping on my toes.

And when it turns to move
My head hooks on to its opening
And  rips off as it moves.
The lady comes next morning
Looking for a rose
To match her red dress:
My heart cries thinking
How my bud would've matched
Her dress much better
Than the one she picked.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            All free downloads.com

One day the air seemed corroded
And stifled my breadth.
 I struggled and puffed
But turned brown instead
I looked at me with horror
And awaited my end.

The gardener had some pity
And left a tiny shoot -
As he chopped off the rest
I hoped for the best.

Now my arms are growing
And my head too
I feel strong and healthy
Confident too.


Never give up, children
Someday,someone'll hear your voice
And lift you on a pillar
And all the world rejoice.