Winters' Rose

A rare rose can only be grown
On the coldest darkest night in winter
It's a beautiful sight, this rose:
Its petals are royal blue
Like silk, soft to the touch
The thorns, a periwinkle shade
Like the sky on a cloudless Spring Eve
The thorns are not sharp
In fact, they are not sharp
In fact, they are soothing to the touch
This rose, beauty beyond imagination
Can only be grown on the coldest darkest night in winter
Thus it is christianed, Winter's Rose