She walks across a garden full of snow,
In this garden, wild roses grow.
The roses are not red, pink or champagne,
They don't need sunlight, and they don't need rain.
They show no sign of life, but they are not dead,
Ice covers their delightfylly rose shaped head.
The girl walks ahead, looking at the ground,
The wind makes a peaceful and flowing sound.
She looks at the roses, sees her face in return,
She looks at a face, teared up and concerned.
She looks away, from the mirror roses,
As if looking at it, would somehow expose it.
She walks along the path between the trees,
She folds her arms, as she starts to freeze.
She stops because she can hardly move no more,
Snow covers her dress, forming a beautiful decor.
She can't shut her eyes, all she sees is a rose,
She sees everything, all that no one knows.
Her mirror image shows a tear on her cheek,
Down her pale skin, it shows she is weak.
The tear never reach the ground, it freezes on the way,
The girl sees the world fade, as everything goes gray.
Now, she stands there, in a garden full of snow,
As a fountain of everlasting beauty, where the ice roses grow.