Spouting through the soft ground, Leaves opening toward the
bright blue sky. Growing day by day, Fighting the wind, the
rain, the heat, and the cold, Determined to stay alive. Blood
red budding growth among the emerald green, Closed off against
the dangers of the world. Slowly, petal by petal it blooms,
Urged on by the gentle touch of a butterfly's wings. Blooming
bright and beautiful. Morning dew sparkling like diamonds upon
the blood red petals, Flashing back the light of the sun, The
glow of the moon. Defiant and strong is the rose, Blooming ever
on. With the help of a butterfly's wings.