Their Share of the Rose

Everyone wants their share

Of the slick yellow rose

The dew drops are positioned

To glide over the glossy petals

The panting wind lingers

Taking in the fragrance

Birds wait for their turn

To take a closer look

At the eye-catching beauty

The slowly withering rose

Only waits for the bee

To have its share

Before it fades away

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