A rose, a rose.
A bright red rose.
That flows in bright glowing sun.
There are lillies as white.
As glittering spikes.
And tulips as white as snow.
A little girl looks.
Through the garden books.
And then with a glance.
She becomes entranced.
By the sight.
Of a bright red rose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem for a nine-year-old. You have some real talent. Keep writing.
Thank You So Much! I Will Continue To Write (: