I saw it,
It was lovely full of life,
It blossomed with all its bright colours.
Beau-ti-ful, I said.
I loved it, so do many too.
Then I went for a jar of water
To keep it fresh so that others
Can share its natural fragrance
Then with my excitement, I pushed the jar.
It fell and shattered my heart.
Then I stopped for a moment to think of it.
The ROSE, with all its beauty,
Gone too before I could pluck it.
Anyway, I loved it.
I still loved.
She, was, and is still, my ROSE, granny forever.