O precious Rose, o creature pretty
Bathed by the waters heavenly
And polished by the sun so shiny

The slim filament shining;
Sweet scented anthers holding;
Fine gaily stigma flaunting.

For her pollen tallenting
Wrestle o'er the wind hugging
And insects softly kissing.

O you colour creature,
O you gorgeous feature,
Green for mother nature;

White on virgins blossoming,
Purple on the kings glowing,
Red on lovers blood-rushing.

O pot of many roses,
O pot of many choices,
O pot of delights and rues.

Christian Tobechukwu Okafor

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