Poetic Verses
The First Rose
The sun rises up over
mountains and hills,
a masterpiece of nature
an art that fulfills.
Along a path of light
true beauty succeeds,
from up in the heavens
the planting of seeds.
Taken by a moment
of earth in its despair,
in need of a sweet rain
to show signs of care.
A lonely rose wakens
as the first one to show,
there is much love
that helps it to grow.
God looks at His creations
that appear on the earth,
a single rose blossoms
to celebrate this birth.
Happiness has come
to raise the world right,
the earth smiles warm
in the freshness of light
mountains and hills,
a masterpiece of nature
an art that fulfills.
Along a path of light
true beauty succeeds,
from up in the heavens
the planting of seeds.
Taken by a moment
of earth in its despair,
in need of a sweet rain
to show signs of care.
A lonely rose wakens
as the first one to show,
there is much love
that helps it to grow.
God looks at His creations
that appear on the earth,
a single rose blossoms
to celebrate this birth.
Happiness has come
to raise the world right,
the earth smiles warm
in the freshness of light
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The First Rose
The First Rose
