Wonder at a rose

Oh little rose so sweet and red, do you suffer as you fall?
Is it better to have lived and died than never to have lived at all?
Do you wither slowly, or freeze quickly with first frost?
Do you bud again with spring, or do you simply die off?
Oh little rose so sweet and red do you dream of something more?
Or are you content as you are, having nothing left in store?
Is it the sun you desire, to be bathed in love and light?
With petals stretching outwards
lifted oh so high
Can you hear the birds sing, their songs rising with the dawn
It must be this you miss most when dreadful winter comes
Oh little rose so sweet and red, do you suffer as you fall?
Is it better to have lived and died than never to have lived at all?