The Rose, like I stands tall in the sun amongst a green array a proud shade of crimson. The Rose, like I dances for the summer winds with effortless finesse swaying steadily from within The Rose, like I silently observes, all the unwelcome spectators aberrating its course The Rose, like I wonders and hopes for a world far far away from the mundane green slopes The Rose, like I Once stood mighty and tall the petals first kissed by the sun were the ones to fall The Rose, like I