The rose stands proud and tall,
A sight for all to see,
Not one petal will it leave fall,
Bringing no action of misery.
It shall, forever, hold it's head high,
Allowing none to oversee it's beauty,
Stretching ever for the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For some reason this was not finished. There must be an 8th line. Perhaps, He just forgot to add it. GW62