A pretty flower blooms
People stop to gaze at it
The beauty it holds
The bright red color
That when the sun hits it
Glows like if it were moving
Dancing in the sunshine
As if it were putting on a play
Moving its bright glowing green
Leafs as if they were hands
Telling hi to all
For all to keep looking
Happiness is a pond them all
Of those who gaze at the bright red rose
That was sent from God
Only he knows why
He sent the bright red rose
That shines a pond the sun
And glows like magic
--Karina E., 20
