**In the garden of springtime, Where the sun shines bright and warm, There grows a rose so lovely, With petals soft and warm. It rises from the earth, A bud so small and green, But soon it will unfurl, Into a sight unseen. With each passing day, It grows taller and more fair, Its petals opening wide, To the sun's warm and loving glare. Its fragrance fills the air, A sweet and heady scent, Luring bees and butterflies, To its petals so content. Oh, how the rose does bloom, In the garden of the spring, A symbol of new life, And all the joy it brings. So let us take a moment, To admire its gentle grace, And find some peace and solace, In this rose's soft embrace.** - Upscaled by <@1086756743532511253> (fast)
In the garden of springtime, Where the sun shines bright and warm, There grows a rose so lovely, With petals soft and warm. It rises from the earth, A bud so small and green, But soon it will unfurl, Into a sight unseen. With each passing day, It grows taller and more fair, Its petals opening wide, To the suns warm and loving glare. Its fragrance fills the air, A sweet and heady scent, Luring bees and butterflies, To its petals so content. Oh, how the rose does bloom, In the garden of the spring, A symbol of new life, And all the joy it brings. So let us take a moment, To admire its gentle grace, And find some peace and solace, In this roses soft embrace.