Today when I picked our mail up from our mailbox, I noticed one lonely, red rose still on the rose bush. I wrote this poem as I thought about the saying "The last rose of summer".
LAST ROSE OF SUMMER
As the last rose of summer
hangs her lovely head,
she wanted sunshinethis morning
but awoke to hoar frost instad.
She tried to lift her lovely face
but did not have the power.
As her wilted petals fell,
they made a beautiful shower.
She will rise again in the springtime,
she will bring us joy again.
In a fresh new season of hope
that very soon will begin.
Don't be sad, lift up your face
To the Father and the Son
When we lift our hearts to Him
our new life has begun.
Hope you all enjoy my efforts!

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