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.