Roses

Every rose has its thorns Those extend from the stem like devils’ horns Of the pain each thorn warns Each of us to get to the flower in life must pass their own thorns The rose can blood red If you were to constantly had bled Soon enough you would be dead So spirit of life is represented by rose that is red Some roses are silver blue Moon is represented by this hue Moon representing mystery in times old and new So spirit of mystery is represented by silver blue Yellow or teas colored roses are put on graves during fall That may seem like sorrow but that is not all For with their help spirit travels to divine hall So they represent immortality of the soul and divinities’ call Finally when white roses grow Their petals are white like snow That will clean the world when it falls with winds’ blow The spirit of purity is represented by white rose as well as spirits’ flow The complex is the roses flower That represents force that starts with perfect true divine power Then extended soul is forces bestower Finally neural flame and its version of none linearity is forces grower At the end blue rose of mystery given to thou And with it moonstone will make you see Something you would otherwise never see And be something thou otherwise would never be