Wilting roses, oh so sad,
Once were vibrant, now so bad.
With petals drooping, they do cry,
For the sun and water, they deny.
Their fragrance fades, their colors too,
No longer the beauty, we once knew.
But do not fret, for hope remains,
With care and love, they’ll bloom again.
Fresh water, sunlight, and attention,
Will bring these roses to redemption.
So let us not despair or mourn,
For new life will soon be born.
Wilting roses, though they may fall,
They will again rise up tall.
And with their blossoms in full bloom,
They’ll bring beauty to every room!!!