She wears her hair in voluminous red curls. In the evening, she dances and twirls.  Her green dress flows behind her as the small sighs of relief are a pleasant reminder.  So beautiful, graceful and petite; yet, when her thorns come out, she’s sickly sweet.  Rose is as lovely as the breeze.  She stands so tall.  She is a tree.  Rose is definitely a mystery, but her dancing is so beautiful.  She does it very gracefully.  You will see her doing the tango or the waltz or even dancing at a ball.  Great things come in the smallest package of all.  If you can’t find her, she might be in the field letting her vividly red, righteous locks flow behind her.