Fresh and calm as a field in the morning
With a curious bunny in her newest moments
Walking by through the path just by the beauty of pretty roses
Fearful, timidly and gently bewitched by the apparent charmness
But never aware of sharp thornes hiding in the soil with the pretty roses
With blind trust and blind love
Explore every inch of the fresh meadow
Wound and destroyed with despairing was left
With the delightful dawn in the sight
Knew there was light at the end of the dark
Still with a shred of hope in high
The pretty roses called and dragged her back in the dark of the soil
With thornes attached in paws
Disregarded the calls this time
Ended the road with despair but with high hopes again
A new being was born among the gloomy reality
Leassons learned from the past
Ready to take on the world without ask
none, even the smartest bunny can't escape from the fresh and calm field
none, even the prettiest rose can't not wound you on the depths of your being.
