I was born in a field of roses,
arriving with the hummingbirds.
The sweet summer breeze
welcomed me gently,
and everything was quiet in the world.

The stars poked holes in the darkness,
and reflected sparkling in my eyes.
Flowers and thorns bloomed around my feet,
and above me, only sky.

I was born with an innocent heart,
not yet set on fire.
Not yet tangled with memories and dreams,
not yet broken with desire.

Now these thorns still grow around me,
and roses are few to none.
For I have set myself on fire,
and these roots won't let me run.