Still shimmering satin petals
Weep naught soon
Thy burnished glowing dust
Playfully zooms
Harken day-air
Delicate leaves come lightly forth
As Daddy's Red Rose
In cradled carnage blooms...
There withal it's blossoms
For all so vividly to see
That vibrant red rose
Rightly sung unto loathsome me
It's beauty a heavy burden
Rising from the broken crumbled crust
Because there grew a lovely rose
Where none ought growth be...
Deep into the dark edged night
Earth reached it's bleakest hour
Tho one small simple light shone
Flowing from a soaring cosmic power
Ah, yes, Daddy's Red Rose grew
It's roots binding filaments of dust,
Awaiting his graceful newness,
Kissed by a soft spring shower...
Too late to understand it's worth
It's value, not seen, unrecognized
The rose grew, spreading countrywide
Becoming a plant most criticized
It's beauty profusely wild, unglorified
As a plague, it's saturated beauty peaked
Daddy's once proud Red Rose
Withered all alone, in death despised...
Crying, the Red Rose dried.
Leaving behind a legacy:
Hardened thorns upon the stem of the rose...
