I once saw a Rose in winter the color of rich, rich Amber, So delicate among the snow banks, but strong enough to bloom. Pretty as a picture with a stem so straight and tall, reaching for the sun like the air wasn't cold at all.
With pedels opened wide for all the world to see, daring the other little flowers to come out and dance with thee. A rose in winter is a rare, rare thing; one that shouts to all to come out and play and sing. This rose of amber was more special still for this rose of amber could with stand the winters chill.
The chill of winter and the test of time, this rose of amber was not waiting for the springs sun to shine.
She danced and played among the snow and crystals,like a fairy among the thistles.
So light and airy was her laughter heard, like a song that carried on the wing beats of a bird.
Michelle Y, Kelley
12/17/09
To my daughter Amber-Rose
born this day 1992.
I love you.
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