Little small rose, your beauty and grace are known in nature’s laws

Yet you have sharp thorns, not weak in any way. You are beautiful 

Your petals dance in the morning light with the gentle breeze at dawn

You're a beautiful flower that is strong and still pure like the spring’s graceful 

Your thorns are used for defense, never as a weapon for unnecessary harm 

Your smell is sweet and floral, like the Queen’s roses in the early spring 

Like  good luck and hope carried in the wind and rain like a beautiful charm 

Yet your thorns sting and draw blood like the honey bee’s sting

You come in many colors and sizes, yet each is beautiful like a personality.

Each is unique and has its own meanings and  beauty; only itself has never a copied

You handle formally important situations with stride and grace, and are an expert at formality.

Bright, colorful personality that shines  like the sun in the forest and happy poppies 

And a mystery to all who  see the beauty of the little roses and their strength that is thorns 

In the ceremonies, the  little touch of grace  and elegance always stands out like an act of kindness