They are perfect just the way they are
Of course they will have to change
As they are part of nature
And as such, they will rearrange.
But today and perhaps tomorrow
These lovely ladies will take the stage
Like Angels up in heaven
Yellow Roses will always be the rage.
They mean friendship, with hearts so true
They stand on lovely long narrow stems
I think we all must simply agree
They are such beautiful yellow gems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem