Rose, Rose
Maintain your prose
Prick the hand but delight the nose

Should I pluck you from the Earth?
Or leave you steady within her hearth?

For I would be happy you see
If I could take you along with me
But if I did my, what of the bees?
Or others who might delight in the sight of you?
What to do?

And in the silence the answer came
For either choice is a part of the game

To give or to take
When neither a mistake
I left you there
Leaving the choice for another to make

- Kaiel