A Pink Rose

There's a beautiful, pink flower in my garden.
A beautiful, pink rose that blooms every year.
Its petals are as pink as the color of strawberry ice cream.
As soft as a baby bird's feather.
It smells of sweet perfume,
And the scent of clean clothes.

There's a beautiful, pink flower in my garden.
A beautiful, pink rose that blooms every year.
The stem is as green as string beans.
As strong as a piece of metal that will never break.
It stands there straight as can be,
Only moving when strong winds run by.

There's a beautiful, pink flower in my garden.
A beautiful, pink rose that blooms every year.
Its leaves are rough and pointy at the ends,
With many designs going every which way.
Its thorns are sharp like the blade of a knife,
Looking threatening as they stick out of the stem.

To me,
This beautiful pink rose symbolizes the beginning of Spring.
The beginning of a new day, a new year.