The earth will spin another day

Some people will cry

While others will pray

The clocks will tick

Their gears will click

Some people will watch

Others call it too quick

Night turns to dawn

Some mow their lawn

Most of them yawn

Others are gone

But, what about the roses?

Posies and lilies hold on to fame

Dandelions are known for their flame

Most flowers bloom with help from the rain

Most flower's beauty, get taken in vein

Afternoon showers, thunder, and storms

Make some flowers ruin their form

Though it's their colors that people adore

What happens when they can't take anymore?

Roses have many petals, it's true

Rose's thorns, your skin, will cut through

But that is not what I'm asking you.

Roses of yellow, pink white and red

You may see laying on a flower bed

But while you have those thoughts run around in your head

I ask the question that you ignore instead

What about the roses?

You repeat the question in a different way

"What, about the roses?" I hear you say

If you want answers

Which you know you'll receive

Listen attently

Before roses leave