Roses are red,
Hydrangeas are blue,
My hydrangeas have all died;
Thank goodness I still have you.
You begin with a bud wound tight,
Which quickly loosens to my delight.
As the sunlight each bud awakes,
See what a difference a single day makes!
Seeking sunlight, buds race to the top,
Above the leaves, they also crave raindrops.
Once they are more red than green,
Rose bushes' beauty in fragrance arrive unseen.
Six lovely bushes around the curve,
Line the driveway with plenty of verve.
Look! A winged, stripy friend visits,
As it lands the buzziness quiets.
Alas, the first bloom has come to an end,
Your beauty the next bloom will surely transcend.
Thank you for taking a look at my roses,
That partake in nature with their many poses.