The bud blossoms into a beautiful flower
It’s spring aroma fills the air
The lush and delicate rose is so beautiful,
that it sparkles in the rising sun
Nothing on earth can compare with it’s graceful beauty
Like everything, the exquisite flower only has
a limited existence on this earth
The cold and bitter winter wipes away what once was
a fragile and delicate thing
All is not lost, the cycle begins again.
— Dedicated to Freda Kumorowski —