One day, one rose
The month of June is counting by
The fallen petals mark the hours
Of the fading day,
Another dawn, the risen sun
Has woken the leaves from their slumber
Has warmed the petals of the flowers, unfurling
Open to the day ahead,
The heat of the afternoon
Has warmed the roses
In their dense thicket
Until their spicy scent is wafting
On the afternoon breeze,
Evening fell upon the island
Cooling the day
The scent dispersing
The petals of the plucked rose
Are falling,
One day, one rose
The month of June is passing by
The flower clock is ticking to the ground
Scattered petals, fleeting fragrance.
The month of June is counting by
The fallen petals mark the hours
Of the fading day,
Another dawn, the risen sun
Has woken the leaves from their slumber
Has warmed the petals of the flowers, unfurling
Open to the day ahead,
The heat of the afternoon
Has warmed the roses
In their dense thicket
Until their spicy scent is wafting
On the afternoon breeze,
Evening fell upon the island
Cooling the day
The scent dispersing
The petals of the plucked rose
Are falling,
One day, one rose
The month of June is passing by
The flower clock is ticking to the ground
Scattered petals, fleeting fragrance.
Happy Birthday Dad!
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