Where Roses Lie

Life nurtured in rose petal hands,
Succumbing to each ruby quilt
With gentle replies to harsh demands
That cull the flower’s guilt.
 
Watering is easy in heavy rain,
And flowers grow without a fear.
Then every root the rose should gain
Shall be watered with a tear.
 
The golden apple in the sky
Unleashes flames upon white cloud
And after time the soil will dry,
The rose will die to crimson shroud.
 
The life inside will gently flow
As if the moon had called its name
Then when it lands, life’s love will know,
The soil will never be the same.
 
All things must end,
And in their ending; die.
To love in life is to have a friend,
To sit a while where roses lie.
 
As rivers camber around emerald bend
And nestlings grow to kiss the sky;
To love in life is to have a friend,
To sit a while where roses lie.