I Am a Red Rose

I am a red red rose

Tall, straight, and regal.

When the wind blows

I flap about like an eagle.

My stem is green and curved

They put me in a glass,

it's the least I deserved,

for I'm the best of the class.

The rain is my drink.

The sun allows me to make food.

Bees tickle me pink,

but those caterpillars are so rude

and some bugs can really bite.

How I wish I were a kite.

Anasha Khan