Flying at thirty thousand feet,
I saw figment of my dream below the empty sky.

I remember you promised me roses,
But I never saw the hidden thorns.

It took me years to understand and accept,
It dawned on me I gave you thorns as well.

I plucked the thorns and sow some seeds,
Watered it with love and lots of  sunshine.

May your thorns be gone,
And may the petals turn to red.

The red beautiful roses,
Still have to face the nights.

But it must not forget,
It needs the ray of sunshine.

The days and nights, the water and the sun,
The beautiful garden enriched with love.