A rose in prose
True to form and not conforming to norm
I promised to write about inanimate life forms
I wanna write a poem about a rose
Turning its life cycle into prose
As far as i know a rose must have started as a seed
But i have never seen a seed just a stem in the weed
Stem or seed a rose by any way of growth will grow as sweet
This i can vouch for even by way of a tweet.
What's the difference between a rose and me?
First we are similar because we are both sweet
A rose needs water i need water too to grow
I need food a rose needs nutrients like me i know
A rose grows in situ while i can be mobile soon as i crawl
I need to find a mate as soon as my hormones brawl
a rose just needs a bee to send gonads to another rose
If my offspring be a pretty girl i can call her Rose
They say the difference between me and a rose
We are we and roses we say they are those
They say i have a soul and a rose not at all
I beg to differ though
I have never seen my soul for real
They say its something you feel
So therefore it is possible a rose does a have a spirit
But humans don't know it thats why we kill it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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