Deep in the mountain lies a meadow,
The grass is tall and faded yellow,
In the center is a single rose,
It's petals are beautiful and Black as the crows,
It's stem is nice and long,
It's growing big and strong,
It's growing beautiful and free,
It's growing up to be a tree,
Even if it's sad and alone,
Even if emptiness is all it's ever known,
It grows up laughing,
Because it feels joy and love.....
Because it's happy.
