The Red Rose - Red Waters cascade down the nape of the earth's neck. For drowning in her own tears is her humble red rose that drinks in these serene waters of spring. The tides of emotion overflow with passionate songs that bleed into ageless sunsets. The rivers march on to their lofty serenade to one who is so encumbered as the velvety tongue of the lofty red rose, who draws her nectar from the delicate kiss of the sun.