Post by angelbean on Nov 30, 2005 23:36:37 GMT -5
The Rose
In never never land
some time and place,
there stood a rose
soft with grace.
In a road it stood
alone and dying with
beauty, that now has flown.
It will go and no one
will know, for all its
beauty, no one cares
if it lives or dies.
But the rose that
has died will begin to
grow and flourish as it
once did.
Because as always in
never never land some time
and place, the rose will
live and die with infinite grace.
Josh! Take a good stab at it.
In never never land
some time and place,
there stood a rose
soft with grace.
In a road it stood
alone and dying with
beauty, that now has flown.
It will go and no one
will know, for all its
beauty, no one cares
if it lives or dies.
But the rose that
has died will begin to
grow and flourish as it
once did.
Because as always in
never never land some time
and place, the rose will
live and die with infinite grace.
Josh! Take a good stab at it.
