• Drifting through the solemn fields
    A lone rose just left to wither
    Alone and forgotten, carried by the breeze
    The most beautiful colour, within the sea of grey

    A sudden change of direction
    Brings the rose to a field of despair
    Abundance of thorns, far as they eye sees
    The rose with beauty unrivalled
    Settles next to a bramble of thorns

    Encased by such a harsh exterior
    Lies a rose within
    A rose of such beauty
    A beauty rivalling that of the solitary rose

    Though withering, the rose of solitary origins
    Resonated beauty with unfaultering power
    The thorns now receeded
    Revealed a rose of the deepest black

    The roses of colours complimentary
    An unlikely find in a world of grey
    Once bleak, a life so temporary
    Now filled with beauty and colour, to no dismay
    Forever leaving a perfect, and beautiful display.