The Rose
The roots tell secrets from years back,
the stem is not yet strong.
The bud has not yet bloomed,
but chooses to carry on
Water it with mistakes,
and wisdom will grow within.
It has lost the battle,
but the war it shall win.
Send it rays of happiness,
for its best friend is depression.
Supply it with nutrients
in return for benediction.
It may not be important
as the stars and the moon.
But soon that rose will be able to bloom.
