Dripping off petals
Of silky soft red
Standing tall and strong
In an earthen bed

Running down the stem
Covered in knives
Off of one bush
Comes many more lives

Each small red gem
Silently sleeping
The dew running down
As if silently weeping

Mist hangs in the air
The white breath of the earth
While calm and peaceful
Also seems to drain the mirth

The tight weeping bud
Awakens to dawn
Stretching its petals
At the birds morning song

Sunlight rains down
On the silky red flower
The energy to live
That it does devour