I grow throughout the day as they roam throughout the night.
I have troubles in my rears as they have troubles to their rights.
I wonder to myself as they find themselves.
I just found the first bloom.
Pacing myself as they sneak in disguise.
Leaving my wealth as they wait in my pride.
Tossing with power, pulling with force.
Leaving the first flower in bundles of course.
With great power and responsible character.
Leaving the unthinkable under a chair.
The first rose has bloomed in the middle of garden.
Leaving it's former life in the far.
The past has became far and the future is near.
Leaving the time line too far in the rear.
This was the first rose.
That's where it first rose.
Leaving it's beauty in the time it has shown.
