The Painting for the Pine Trees and the Roses of Sharon

The pines’re always blue, when it’s snowy

And even the winter’s winds blow

The pink shades, in the hard rain and the hot summer’s

Heat, the roses of Sharon are smiling.

When the all the leaves are fallen, then the reality

Of consistency, at last the people know.

When it’s frosty and fade out the flowers,

And the delicate fragrance, people’re missing.