The Rose

The cold breeze

Giggled with joy

When it's currents of air

Further cooled the girl

With the rosy flesh

So that she would blush more and more

As the environment got bitterly sore

During the peak months of fantastic Winter

With her blonde self, she would traverse

Back and forth

From the lakeside to her cottage

And spend time with nature

Whilst what she didn't know

Was that nature itself

Was caressing her, and fiddling around

With her silky hair

The waters would flow in ripples

When they would see her approaching the lakeside

The fishes would sing in joy

Hoping they could be fortunate enough

To be touched by her soft fingers

When she would play with water

In her usual routine

The birds on the treetops

Looking down below

Would gasp at the aura

Of this fine blonde femme

This Daughter of Nature itself

To whom nature looks after

For she was all alone,

By herself,

In the Valley of Beauty

The rabbits would pass by

And gently kiss her feet

Shoveling themselves one after the other

To sooth themselves around her tender Self

For she was a beauty indeed

The girl with the rosy skin..

[ZAAL HIJAZI]