White Rose

White Rose

In the storm

Stands the white rose

tumultuous waves

of destruction abound him

Yet tall is the white rose

strong in the face

Of the sensed doom around him

And he does not bow down

Pure is the white rose

In the compost earth

growing eternal strength

in the nights that so hurt

I see not the white rose

He is so far away

But I long to protect him

But only the words can I say

So I send him my words

And my poets heart

To help him when

there is hope to see him through

Be Strong little flower

Your heart will guide true

And as long as you want

I will always talk to you