The little rose stares at the huge tree
She admires him
He is tall and strong
And does not bend to the will of winds
She is small and thin
And waves in the wind
The huge tree stares at the little rose
He admires her
She is beautiful and flexible
And blossoms brightly under the sun
He is stiff and still
And can not bloom so brightly
So stare at each other they will
Admire each other still
Missing what is most important
Seeing in themselves what another sees in them
