She awakes with the morning sun, her beauti a reflection in its rays.

She stretches out her sweet fragrant arms, un-wining in full bloom.

Her maturity shows with time, such a delicate and fragile life she brings joy to the heart of so many.

Pluck from safety, her life un-certain and doomed. She is brought to a place and displayed.

Surrounded by others of beauti, she stands out far more beautiful then the others.

Her life but a moment, but never forgotten.

She is Rosa the queen of them all.

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