Oh how the green tree’s branches,
cast their loving shadows over her.
Through the long hours of summer,
she bathes in the dimmed sunbeams.
She follows the darkening night
and sleeps under the dryness of winter,
but through it, her fragrance remains
as she wakes from her quiet snow grave.
At morning, she greets the arching rays,
in the mesmerizing breeze, she dances.
Not caring for the earth’s sorrows or joy,
her smile, so radiant and free.
How the pristine rose shines,
lightens the smile of an innocent girl.
In the rose’s presence, she would make
all my worries and despairs fly away.
