Roses

Reach into the flower's land

glove on to protect your hand

take the flower from the sand

The start of a new day's dawn

like a sword, your flower drawn

you find the thorns already gone

The forest fills itself with cries

who took the thorns but not the prize?

how many roses are going to die?

Without thorns to defend the plant

the rose is weaker than an ant

peace the forest will not grant

The roses around you already dead

the blood of the plants has been long shed

the forest itself shivers with dread

~ dirk and mackenzie