Rose buds almost blooming
Deep magenta hues
Bees buzzing and zooming
‘Round and ’round they cruise
Leaves surround the petals
Light and green and new
And thorns as sharp as nettles
Down each stem stuck like glue
So fragrant, sweet and musky
In the morning dew
And in the night so dusky
The scent of sweet perfume
a pinch of homestead 