ROSE

One day I saw a rose,

In a park near my house.

It was red and

Growing in flower bed.

It took time 

To write my rhyme,

But the rose grew

In its period of time.

In that park I daily play,

By seeing that rose

I felt happy and gay.

It seems to be the most 

Beautiful rose in the park,

Because it's color was red dark.

To suck it's nectar 

Honeybees and butterflies came,

As if they were playing a game.

There were many 

Beautiful flowers in the park,

But that rose

Has settled in my heart.

I daily came

In the night,

To say that rose 

Gud night.

Early morning I saw that rose,

From my house

Which grew in the park,

And it's color was still red dark.

Here I end my rhyme,

In a short period of time,

Now I'll say good bye to all,

But not the rose at all.

Author's Note

This is my first poem. I wish I will improve.

Reviews

[Aliina]

Very nice, its like a playful poem. Joyful..continue