Three hundred years after Christ’s birth
Just south of Rome on fertile land
Grew the sweetest queen of all flowers
Roses cultivated by man.
The poet Horace once expressed
That roses were worth more than grain.
Seed fills a hungry man’s stomach
Where roses feed his heart and brain.
Flourishing in ancient China,
Grown by monks for two thousand years,
Roses symbolized man’s passion
For envy, sadness, love and tears.
Nero spent fortunes on roses
Whose petals showered down on his guests
He wished to teach his subjects
That roses were an emperor’s best.
So take down your shovels and plant
Placing roses around your home,
For their sweet scent and great beauty
Are from heaven to us on loan.
©Copyright by Tom Zart (Date Unknown)