Beating Tree Poems
A Rose I Am No More
If roses are the colors pink, red, yellow & white,
What happens if my rose is the color of black.
If all roses have their thorns,
What happens if my rose has lost its thorns.
If a rose that has no color & no thorns is no longer a rose,
Then a rose of color & thorns I am no more.
A rose I am no more, A rose I am no more.
I wish to die when my beating tree has no more leaves and the world thinks I’m ugly.
I wish to live when the leaves on my beating tree shine beautifully and the world thinks I’m lovely.
I wish to never exist when my beating tree burns down everything and I think of my-self horribly.