НАПИШИТЕ ПЛИЗ СТИХ НА АНГЛИЙСКОМ ПРО РАСТЕНИЯ СРОЧНО СРОЧНО СРОЧНО!!!!!!!!!!!!ПОЖАЛУЙСТА  

                                                A Red,Red Rose by Robert Burns O my luve`s like a red,red rose,    That`s newly sprung in June; O my luve`s like the melodie    That`s sweetly played in tune.   As fair art thou,my bonnie lass,    So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still,my dear,    Till a`the seas gang dry.  Till a`the seas gang dry,my dear,    And the  rocks melt wi`the sun: O I  will  love thee still,my dear,    While the sands o`life shall run. And fare thee weel,my only luve,    And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again ,my luve,    Thought it were ten thousand mile.