Question

Roses in the sun,
Waving, having fun.
Bees are buzzing loud,
"Hey, look at us now!"

Petals soft and bright,
Colors such delight.
Thorns are sneaky, though,
"Watch out!" they seem to say.

Gardener in green,
Singing, full of dreams.
Watering with care,
“Roses, grow and share!”

But when blooms do fade,
Compost is our trade.
"Plant new seeds," we cheer,
Next spring, they'll appear!

So here's to the blooms,
Chasing away glooms.
Roses, oh so sweet,
Life's tasty little treat!

Answer 1

go to bed

Answer 2

Nah can't sleep

Answer 3

In bloom

Answer 4

Hm?

Answer 5

idk

Answer 6

Okay

Answer 7

Hmmm it's not bad something I might read from my poem books

Answer 8

Ty

Answer 9

w

Answer 10

This is wonderful

Answer 11

Ty I made it at like 3:36 am last night