Wilted rose rotting in the garden
Winters approaching the ground has hardened

It’s cold and wet and the wilted rose
stands bent over in a lazy pose

Her petals have turned dark and brown rotting, in that garden ground

That wilted rose is all alone
hunched by little garden stone

No one thinks that rose is pretty
Stands bent over in the city

All the cars go past the rose
Watching it as it doesn’t grow

Petal falling out a day at a time
Wondering if that rose could have been mine

is heaven the rainbow
and hell the rain
for when I love the heaven
i fall for hell.

Walking  through a field of flowers
Where time stands still.
Where there is no yesterday nor tomorrow
A silent promise to fulfill.
Where there is no pain nor sorrow.
A soothing feel is all you
feel.
The hope to meet  you  here and always
Where peace begins and love   prevails.

Shell ✨🐚

I do not  mind struggling
to get a bite each day

Nor the torture of getting
up on a beautiful day just
to spent it laboring

what I do really hate though..
is another human hating on another.
it never makes sense...