I don`t understand As there`s no reason why The perfume of roses Brings a tear to my eye. The wonder is there As it always will be How this beautiful rose grows in my garden for me. I only planted a root Attached to bare ugly sticks, Was there a genie inside That performed magic tricks? . Did he carry red paint With a quick dash of white To perfect my rose Into such a wonderful sight? . I`ll pray this Winter He will keep warm To return in the Spring Again to perform.