If the pedals were as
red as sky,
Turning black to
match the night,
Would it be alright,
too write?
When all the leaves
are as green as dirt,
Looking forward,
Denying hurt,
Would it be alert, if
burnt?
When the stem is as
strong as dust,
Surviving life with
death to lust,
Can it do as again it
must, And trust?
Yes......It Must!!!!