The mighty and beautiful red rose sits highest in the bush.
In the best corner of the yard where the sun shines all day.
A perfect amount of golden rays an angle among the saints.
Among the normal flower.
While a lonely dandilion Weeps and droops.
On the far other end of the yard where the sun never shines.
A life she shall live for the rest of her sorrowfull life....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everyone has there own part to play -all roses - uck