Thou art beautiful, so red that thou glow

Thy color is liketh bright scarlet blood

Glistening drops against the pure white snow

About to bloom, to change from a rose bud

In a few days, thou wouldest have blossomed

Bloomed and haveth thousands of red layers

To the cold, thou haveth never succumbed

Thou lighteth up faces of wanderers

Yet thou wouldest have withered and died soon

For lasteth cannot, such stunning beauty

The petals fallen off, it turns maroon

Next year, thy glory shall return to thee

So life, where everything is in cycles

My friend, never lose faith in miracles.