The last red rose of the Autumn her scattered petals lay
On the grass beside her thorny mother tree for Nature's gleaners of decay
The dark to gray wingless insects who live their lives on the ground
Where fallen leaves and flower petals are such life forms to be found
A week ago she bloomed quite beautiful in the bright sunshine of day
But beauty quickly fades to time since that is Nature's way
The last rose of her mother tree who will give birth to more roses next year
The Autumn winds blow cooler as Winter days draw near
The fall of leaves, blossoms, flower and rose petals insect life form sustain
The loss of beauty to the rose tree to them has been a gain
I only say what is a fact and facts do never lie
For one to live in Nature another has to die
The last red rose of the Autumn her petals have become food
As were the petals of her sibling roses for the crawling insect brood
Nature goes on forever her life forms to her come and go
And the rose tree soon will be white in Winter's first fall of snow.
On the grass beside her thorny mother tree for Nature's gleaners of decay
The dark to gray wingless insects who live their lives on the ground
Where fallen leaves and flower petals are such life forms to be found
A week ago she bloomed quite beautiful in the bright sunshine of day
But beauty quickly fades to time since that is Nature's way
The last rose of her mother tree who will give birth to more roses next year
The Autumn winds blow cooler as Winter days draw near
The fall of leaves, blossoms, flower and rose petals insect life form sustain
The loss of beauty to the rose tree to them has been a gain
I only say what is a fact and facts do never lie
For one to live in Nature another has to die
The last red rose of the Autumn her petals have become food
As were the petals of her sibling roses for the crawling insect brood
Nature goes on forever her life forms to her come and go
And the rose tree soon will be white in Winter's first fall of snow.
