The rose unclosed its green bud,
And Smiled at the morning Sun.
When people saw it they cried
Oh! What a lovely one
How sweet! How charming!
How enchanting! They sighed
And closer and closer to it they bend,
They let their eyes feast on it,
And filled their nostrils with its scent
The bees sipped its Nectar
Which tasted like sweet wine,
They rested on the satin petals,
And wished if only these were mine!
As time flowed along
The petals shed one by one,
Soon no eyes looked twice at it
It had its admirers none,
They trampled on the same petals.
Which fell to the ground,
These petals are worthless now!
They cried.
Which now the wind knocked around.
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