Since I was born,
I bear leaves on my body
But also thorns, and
My gardener named me A Rose.

Having my roots deep in the soil,
Enough to tolerate:
Singing of the winds,
Dancing of the rain,
Shinning of the sun,
I manage to show the world
By posing in such a way
By filling colors in my petals,
Arranging leaves on branches,
People named me A Rose.

I smile and laugh to
Attract and appraised by
The birds and bees,
The butterflies,
And the people
For my beauty,
For my colors,
After all, the world named me A Rose.

However, I live short
I make people to express
Their emotions of
Love, sorrow, or joy
Without saying a word,
Without making a statement,
Which I call a dedicated job with
A Cute acute responsibility!