• I walk into a flowershop
    To see what I might buy.
    Some roses placed upon a shelf
    Soon quickly catch my eye.

    Yellow, red, white, and black.
    Their colors as they're shown.
    All wrapped in lace, of the finest kind.
    It's like a flag being flown.

    As I buy this unique bouquet
    The yellow begins to bloom.
    I smile as I take it home
    And place it in my room.

    Time does pass, the first rose dies
    and the second smells twice as sweet.
    With unique beauty, and crimson petals,
    This rose beholds a rare treat.

    As the red rose still stands firm
    It shares it's life with the white.
    To see these two intertwined in lace
    Is truly a human delight.

    Wind beats down on the white rose,
    Soon, it withers to die.
    The black rose has now sprout it's bud.
    It's unusual beauty makes me cry.

    Even when the black rose fades,
    A red rose remains strong.
    When time has passed, it will remain
    An immortal swansong.