Mother Verse 30

And as the rose it withers
And it’s petals on the wind they fly
I feel my tears falling
As I hang my head to cry.
But as a new bud opens
And the dew it slowly dries
I see your spirit soaring
As you wave your last goodbyes.
You are my rose bud, mother
With your beauty and your grace
And with each and every rose bud
I will always see your face.