'I stand straight and tall
I'm a red rose that can see it all
The goings-on surrounding me
This glorious garden astounds me'
'You look so fine and fancy'
Called the yellow pansies,
'Although we are beautiful to the eye
We barely reach the sky'
'Despite our shape or size'
Red rose wisely advises,
'We're all here for a purpose
And, our true beauty is under the surface'
Ron