My rose
Nobody dares travel these rough and rarely tread roads,
but I follow them because I know where they lead.
Deep in a forest overgrown with trees
shrouded in darkness with rocks all about,
but can you see?
There is one
single
beautiful
Rose
Blooming in the roughs.
fighting her battle, and winning so far.
She's almost budded, nearly won the fight.
She needs a little help to get there, and thats why I travel
the rough and rarely tread roads,
for my Rose.
This poem is about:
Me
My family