A single Red Rose its scent beautiful and silent,

From spring to winter it felt like,

The Red Rose still giving off its graceful scent,

Frost covers the stem,

Ice forms on its beautiful magnificent petals,

It seems to withstand almost every single storm,

But one storm,

Violent and heartless,

It buries the plant under the surface,

Sealing off its natural beauty,

One petal falls into the heartless snow,

Then several more,

Until the plant is dead,

One seed sprouts,

And grows,

And grow,

Until it's a huge rose, warming off the coldness of winter,

To the fresh breeze of spring.