Here I am,
Look at me now,
If you look closely enough,
I might make you say wow,

For I was once a rose,

With my friend in the master's little grove,
Little by little I started to grow,
And to look at me now it really shows,

On certain day I started to bloom,
But I finally notice I had a thorn in me,
So slowly I dided,
For it was my doom,

But a funny thing hapened,
Yes indeed,
See I have very strong roots,
So my death as a rose was me just breaking free,

Ah yes my roots you see,
I branched out to make myself free,
So now hereI am as happy as can be,
Why you ask,?
Because NOw I live as a tree.