The solitary Rose stood in silence,
Under the power of the Iris that grew,
Proud with courage and strength.
The Rose had lost it's power,
Many years ago,
All because she was considered:
Common.
And now here in the darkness that has become,
Home.
Her heart has frozen in the icy hold of love.
The love that she holds is nothing,
To what we know today,
And to this,
The Iris is put on display for,
Courage.
Or maybe it was
Strength.
To stand alone
Because the Iris stood proud knowing who she was.
And what she wants.
To this we owe knowing only of:
Passion.
That we give to those of our families,
Now we hold dear the priorities of an Iris.
And over look that which once was so powerful.
To fill the hearts of those around us,
With the icy love of a Rose I'd foreign.
With despiteful eyes we over look
The Rose.
We are too busy to understand that,
Time is love.
And we,
Like her,
Are spending it in darkness.
Reality is
There were no flowers
We are the Rose
Striving to be an
Iris.
