I was walking one day
Through the feild
To see anything new
Maybe a secret consealed
The night air is cold
But the sky is clear
Taking a few steps
My chest and arms real near
Away from my tree
I walk down the hill
To find something good
something to my appeal
I walked around
For just awhile
To find a rose
Of odd style
It made me happy
Well, a first
But then I felt saddend
my heart hurt
This rose was white
Not red like mine
I couldnt beleave it
Is it some sign
To have no one admire
The beauty of this rose
To not try and pick it
Then get pricked by the rose
The rose was white
No blood to make it red
It was the color of pale white
The color of dead
The sadness
Made me think
What rose would be alone
My heart just sinks
I touched a petal
It started to wilt
A dead rose
No more was it like silk
I was shocked at the sight
And tried to fix the rose
But it only wilted more
Then it all froze
...I awaken
Once again under my tree
The sky a light blue
And a bird flow off free...
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