The White Rose - By Thaksha

On October 10, 2010, I danced a bird dance. The dance was about the red rose not liking the white rose because she was a plain colour. The bird felt sad so the bird killed itself and put the blood on the white rose so she doesn't look plain. After the white rose was jealous because I was pretty. Then the white rose asked the red rose where the bird was so we looked around and found the bird dead. I was the white rose, Prena was the red rose and Ranosa was the bird. I did the dance at an annual program last year. I did a good job. I did expression. My parents liked the dance.

- Thaksha