Lucky Rose

LUCKY ROSE Once the water of belly broken A miracle to earth, the bud opens On a yard of flowers above the rocks Hardly fine, but the thirst knocks Knock! Knock! Who is there? I the seed dying of this shell I feel breaking out, for the soul to tell Of freedom journey of the story Of the beauty moments glory Starving of the sand warmth beneath the ground Raining the earth all wet and hoped Felt the witting the hells loosen The stem showed up in the garden Sun tropism I reply back deeply seeking Melt in the love of sunlight That shines up in darkness fight Angeles flying halo of the born tree The burning flame in the trunk spree I grow up wild in the dirt, but free Dust of the sand, the smoke of the ash The smell of the garbage, the lights flash The beauty of the disbanded locker Cut down in the flower of the hero in there Untidy flying with color Knock! Knock! Who is there? I, calling for the life’s unjust Against my words here is my protest Ducked down on my knee Head up! The garden flower bee Tasted my flavor gave’ out the best Grown-up now, beautifully washed out the dust Morning sunshine on my face Happy moments I embrace Times are sweet pain is glorious