A Field of Roses
Roses, roses, so beautifully colored
How short such a sweet dream is lived.
Roses, roses, such a lovely bloom
So why must they leave, taking all but a tomb?
In the morning, looking deep into the ocean
Sometimes calmly blue
Sometimes startling green with commotion
Sometimes when that ocean must go away
It is the color of my heart,
From a vibrant red to a saddened grey
What I'd give to feel that blanket wrapped around me
That light peach blanket
How long I'd wait to pick your rose.
To nourish it. To be it's sun and water.
Roses, roses, so very bland
When I want none but your rose's hand.