When roses rest,
They are still beautiful.
Their scent becomes stronger,
Their color more vibrant.
When I grow old,
I’d like to be like a rose,
Personality clear,
Treasured until the end.
When Roses Rest
When roses rest,
They are still beautiful.
Their scent becomes stronger,
Their color more vibrant.
When I grow old,
I’d like to be like a rose,
Personality clear,
Treasured until the end.
Lucidity Lamb 