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