Roses

A meaning is hidden in the flower.

Red is to be given to the lover.

To inflame a passion,

That is for no other.

White is for the pure.

For the one that is sure.

To teach an innocent lesson,

In order to cure.

Yellow is for the wise.

Who are sure to rise.

In the path of succession,

He flies.

Purple is for those who wonder.

To be torn asunder.

For reincarnation,

For there is a meaning in the flower.

I write to ignite frightened minds and remind them of the might they might be inclined to find inside the confines of life interwined with divine vibes and sublime rhymes propeling lives to rise and thrive. I write because words are magic and sentences are spells, and the thought of underutilizing ourselves is tragic so I feel frantic to go savage and ring some chilling bells. I write because letters are elements, words are molecules, and paragraphs are the means to create worlds forming books upon shelves. I write because I can.

Understand?