I Fell in a bush,
Which only had one rose.
But that little thing,
Tore my clothes.

I stared at the rose,
And the rose stared up at me.
The flower cut my skin,
But how could this be?

I looked at the flower,
All beautiful and red.
But underneath it was spiked,
With the thorns we all dread.

I get up terrified,
And I began flee.
Scared that the rose,
Would follow me.

I get home after my mum,
But before the door closes.
I turn around and see,
My garden filled with roses.