A White Rose
It was a night full of stars
The moon shined upon the land that was green
As the sky was blue
The stars moved in the motion of circles
And the grass let out a sound as beautiful
As a rose itself
A rose, a rose, one of white pedals to shine
A rose fuller than a swine full of slop
Majestic and divine
An untouchable rose, one that I could not own
A rose whose roots were deeply rooted on a green hill
Its throne
A rose who’s beauty had been covered and shadowed
By a tree’s branches, that rapped around its stem.
Its life being chocked and squeezed ‘til life was no more
That one white rose was the one I adored
I swore that I would free this life from its horrid prison
And allow it a life of growth
The ability to spread its seeds to gardens across the horizon
A life in a vase that I shall own, hold, and cherish
Til the day I too become a prisoner of the earth
And in a way I already had
I trekked up the hill to the place where this rose
Lay is roots, but pulling the plant
Would do the task not
The branches of the tremendous thick hold were to stay as they were
The rose pedals began to fall to my feet, and my duties had become clear
With my axe, the stem of the rose I cut and in my arms I held tight
And with my axe I pierced my heart and I too fell
A victim of a hold that could not be broken
But though our physical appearance faded into the sky
Our bodies both became a part of the rich soil
Left to father future generations
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