I watched my rose grow through its cycle, -
the first bud emerging from green,
through promising stages of color and life,
to her royal reign as the Queen.
But then when I thought she'd be shedding her blooms,
as she came to the end of her story,
I was awed to discover she'd opened them more
in a last culmination of glory
I sat back in wonder, digesting the thought,
when I heard my rose saying to me,
"Remember, my friend, when you're nearing the end,
be all you can possibly be!"
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