Silken and wound
Reaching up from the ground.
It's beauty so unmatched.

The scent of its bloom
Can fill up a room
Absorbing the sun
Is it's passion.

Releasing it's aroma
To our breath, and appeal.
A dozen, a heart they all steal.

A rose as it's known,
it's seed may be sown.
Arose for our eyes to enjoy.

What's the attraction
to all a distraction
no...