A Roselein -poem

Lucy will watch the roselein grow,with all her graceful mind.

The roselein was choosen by a nightingale, at midnight, when Lucy dream a garden.But,she dear with it,so did she put the rose on her window, waiting for the blossom day.

The roselein was dressed in purple and cherry pink,cold and pure like a princess.

That sunshine morning,Lucy waked up,the rose was cutted ,by Apollo's kneif,Lucy despaired.

Lucy carry the pot to the garden,and no more dear with.A worm came to chew it.Lucy let it be.

Someday, when Lucy space out her life,a purple butterfly show upon,and her  wings were purple like before.

And Lucy knew, nothing was lost!