Good morning said the rose, as i saw her glowing, the sun warming her Petals, she greeted me.. a single beam of light shown upon her. The ends of her petals orange, like a peach, as the inside of her, exposed her inner beauty, yellow, bright cheery, like the sun that beamed in on her.. as if to hear her sing a song, good morning sunshine..like a microphone, blasting out her joy to be noticed, photographed like a starlet, here in the hills of hollywood this devine day.. and what shall it bring.. as passer bys, too, notice her loveliness… and she hoped they would.. Rose, just loves attention.. she beams brighter in the light of admirers, better then the sun alone..