Have you seen a rose
Without a thorn?
Or a road
Without a bump?
The light of a candle
In bright sunlight?
Or the stars
Without dusk?
Do not expect me
To shine and smile;
And hide my face
In veil of light;
Unless a rose
Is without a thorn-
I’ll keep my darkness
Awaiting dawn.
‘Cause this Rose,
she’s happily thorned.
And she walked;
And she strolled;
Atop the mountains,
Down the slope.
And she smiled,
As she glided-
Through the hills;
Amidst the Cattle.
And they whispered,
Spreading rumors-
About the lady,
Who comes and goes.
And she heard them,
Yet ignored;
Pretends oblivious,
To tarnished words.
Keeps on walking,
Breathes in nature-
Shakes head slightly,
At the ignorance of the world.
Still she keeps walking…
