As I wander through this English garden
I am enamored by the beauty, pristine
From the dahlia, hibiscus, and lavender
To the scents that could almost be seen
Among all the flowers, there’s one there, alone
Which stands out above all the rest
That single red rose, high on its stem
Is the flower of which I\'m obsessed
That rose tells the world of its story
How despite the mighty winds blow
To the rains that come down and oh they come down
The rose just wants you to know
It grows there so tall and alone now
Due to its unwavering undying will
Pushes past rocks, the crust of the earth
Just to remain in this garden, yet still
When I wander through this English garden
To the table set there for some tea
I smile at that rose that forever grows
Because I feel that it grew there…. For me