Blue Roses

Come forth Fragile Child,
The essence of wild call to you,
See the blue see the red yet see the light,
It calls to you, fragile child of the woodlands,
Be not scared nor Feel the pain of human torture,
Be one with your Mother Earth.
For she too knows the sorrow you go through.
Sun to the east and sun to the west,
People, Sit and confess to their little flower.
Blue Roses my Fragile Child.
Come to thee For one more Frolic in the sun,
One more day to lie, In the water with such Beauty,
Float on by with such loveliness Oh, Blue rose your time is short,
for when fall comes,
Your petals wilt and your bud go into the ground once again...
Only to make more Blue Rose's

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