La Rosa

This rose has become engulfed with fire Its anticipation to grow has almost expired It was once red as the blood running through our veins It grew so high above the cloud of confusion and pain Now it lies in the lowest depths of a garden Its petals and stem slowly starting to harden How will it be rescued from its sad state? Or if ever … would it be too late? But this rose will lay in dormant Till the day it be free of its torment So hence forth dormant it will reside Till it has strength to once again rise