Rose Garden
Why art
Why do some lines
Some colors
Or some lyrics
Make us feel so alive
I always believed
That artists held some unique vision
They saw the world
But thought of themselves
Thought of our humanity
They built a rose garden
First in their mind’s backyard
Then into a vibrant park
Each piece another bush
Of ethereal grace
Grown from the rainy days
Of which there were plenty it seems
Our walking path being touched
By the overgrowth
As we construct our own gardens
And stroll through one another
May we think back to the time passed
Evidenced by surrounding flowers
We’ll look back and around
At the beauty born from rough times
To find that on those stormy days
We did great
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