Silver Roses

Winter covers the world with clean white snow Deep in the forest there is growing echo Beneath the snow Something that looks like it’s made of ice but it’s not will glow There are silver colored roses with their shine like stars magnified Their flowers so wide With surreal number of petals that to the heart will guide Small birds make their intricate nests inside Every rose has its thorns Those protect it like devils’ horns Their impressive look of danger warns The roses are beautiful and innocent but prepared for life’s storms The complexity of those flowers is uncanny like celestial kaleidoscope Their true visage should be viewed with microscope With winter as well as summer they can cope They grow in the silver valley passed mountain slope They are entry point to nether gate Surreal from soul’s point of view but not beyond fate Yet they carry enough spiritual weight To grow from gate’s point of view beyond divine fate