Dear Rose

Dear Rose,
The winter may be hard,
The winter may be long
But again the meadow lark,
Will come to sing his song

Raise towards the sun,
Bask in the silent moon,
Never let the chill,
Blight your beautiful bloom

Without some rain,
We couldn't enjoy the light
Without some pain,
We couldn't feel delight

Your whispers on the wind,
Quench my aching soul
Singing a lullaby,
Reminiscent in times of old

The beauty I see,
May evade other's sight
But once again the sun
Will the sky; ignite

You may feel alone,
But near is your hour,
After all, the Rose,
Is the most beautiful flower.