A seed that will blossom from plant into tree,
in soil in the state of Liberty.
Every one in the land gathered around to see,
Of what in earth
it could possibly be.
A lily? An orchid? or possibly a daisy?
The thought of it all
could drive some one crazy.
Until that day when a rose risen up from its creator,
was blessed from the gift of Mother Nature.
12 seasons has now passed and this rose has adapted pretty well,
the environment can be sometimes considered as hell.
But things are great when the weather is fine,
plants are gleaming
as the sun gets to shine.
Every gardener tries to avoid a roses special day,
When the rose gets picked and is up
When this seed that was planted gets picked and moves on,
will be sadness and happiness endure from there on.
But most gardeners feel good as if there was nothing wrong,
they flashback to the past where she'll never be gone.
My name is Victor Alvarez and i'm a first time father,
poem that I've written i dedicate to my daughter.