A stem with a reddish bud on, <br />A crown among the fairest in the sun; <br />It's the rose you all can see, <br />That opens its flower beneath a tree. <br />It's for you to adore and cheer, <br />If you do care for it being here; <br />It opens its crown to a bumble bee, <br />It grows its fairest for you and me. <br /> <br />Then there is the lily white as snow, <br />Or yellow or pink petals to show; <br />Can you not say it's fairest too? <br />Its April flowers grow just for you. <br />It shows you the newborn in lives, <br />When its blooms first in spring arrives; <br />With fragrance that freshens the air, <br />I love to have both these flowers here. <br /> <br />(To, Robert Burns - 1759-1796)<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-rose-and-a-lily/
