To the silver lining skyward bound
for Rose she grows and makes no sound
her emerald leaves reach out slowly
unfolding to kiss the sky so holy

She baths in the light of forgiveness
knowing how wicked her thorns
then when evening meets night
she dreams of a blood red dawn

And if during the new summer morn
she gets the chance to use her thorns
on those who would take her ****** buds
to decorate their dwellings in watered tubs
She will.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris