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.