Roses are my kin,
I like them for they are made true in sunshine.
Roses are my kin,
In beauty and in nature,
There is nothing like their glory and asking.
Roses are my kin,
For my maternal grandfather was an expert gardener and they truly blossomed without anything.
Simply his love made them grow.
Roses are truly my kin,
For in roses,
We have found,
What we had lost.
Adios!
