4A solitary rose stands in the cracked desert,
Feeling the harshness of the crazed wind.
It bends under the pressure,
But refuses to break.
Voices whisper of a land of hopes and dreams,
And teach the rose that all will be well.
There is a burst of action,
And there is sound of water.
Evidence of a new beginning.
A land of prosperity is born.
In the middle of a world of harmony and kindness
Stands the rose,
Each petal glinting in the soft sunlight.
The rose weeps in awe.
A place of acceptance has been built.
The rose sways to a steady beat,
While the scent of honey escapes.
A soft hum fills the air.