The snow falls,
Leaving white land below,
Hiding the earth's beauty,
Hiding the earth's glow.

Below the white waste,
Is the greatest treasure,
A world so magical,
A magic you can't measure.

A single rose,
Standing lone,
Stem, green as can be,
Bud, white as bone.

This rose stands tall,
Pale yet strong,
If you're blinded by its beauty,
You wouldn't be wrong.

This rose is hope,
Representing love,
The sun in a rainstorm,
Your personal dove.