ROSA CAÍDA / A FALLEN ROSE

IT WAS A POOR ROSE
FALLEN UPON THE GRASS,
ALONE, ABANDONED AND WET,
HURTED UPON THE GROUND.

THE MOTHER TREE CRYS
FOR HAVING LOST A CHILD.
IT WAS THE WIND AND THE RAIN
THE CAUSE OF SUCH A PAIN.

BUT........OH GOD!
WITH A SAD HEART,
LITTLE FINGERS
OF PURE HANDS,
PICKED THE ROSE UP.

SUCH NICE ROSE WET
WAS A GIFT I RECEIVED
FROM SOMEONE I LOVE.
I'LL NEVER FORGET THIS.