?Roses? Pale pink petals Velvety, and as smooth as silk, But softer They gather together at the bottom Forming a perfect swirl They joyfully perch in the Welcoming, wonderful, warm hands of the sepals Which proudly present the flowers Whoosh! Whoooo! A slight breeze comes Husssss? The free-spirited leaves flap and rustle wildly Roses quiver in the wind, Thwush! They brush the cool air But almost as if in slow motion For they are lazy and graceful And entranced in a realm of comfort and softness They are dutiful and confident In representing the symbol of love And heralding the arrival of spring They proudly hoist their pretty heads up to the sky Displaying all delicacy and dignity Roses, more beautiful than anything else in the world