in the storm
sttands the white rose
sometime tumultuous waves

around her
yet tall is the white rose
strong in the face 
even when life challenges doom
around her, she does not bow down 
pure is the white rose 
in the compost earth
growing eternal strength
i see not the white rose
she is away far now 
but i long to protect her 
not long will it be 
that i can see my 
 strong little flower
that i look up to 
-Crystal
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
