Flourishing from a parched earth without hope
Plastic red rose fading pink on dark grave
Thrown down an overgown river bank slope
Worthless lifeless object no need to save

A moment once for a sad occassion shared
Arranged so neatly in a styrofoam base
Such as a life where pain was never spared
Or cut bleeding from thorns in any case

Was a life never dried and blown to dust
When many frequent rains had came to pass
Growing tall and straight from the earth's soft crust
As tender as blades of new velvet grass

Life is like light being born so must pass
Stained glass windows through shards of broken glass