Life Is A Rose

Together, we all live different lives,

Whether we are doctors, students, or parents,

That can still make up a continuous field of roses.

A field of roses, shining yellow, red, white and pink,

Which subtly grow in the midst of time,

And day by day, their heads successfully rise,

Slowly reaching the clear blue sky.

But sometimes we may experience some terrible times,

That perhaps are caused by downfalls from the past,

Each downfall is like a falling petal.

Petal after petal, a person we once loved,

Whether it was a friend or a parent,

Suddenly leaves our precious hearts,

Which results in a permanent, painful scar.

But as this growing pain slowly enters

And gradually controls every root of our bodies,

We'll discover, in the end, that our shadow still remains.

As our body, our stem still stands alone,

Weak, thirsty, gradually falling into the warm earth's soil.

And just as there were times that put us

In a state of loneliness and despair,

New lives begin to blossom

As the pollen's internal strength paints them gold.

Life, it is not something of fear nor shame,

But something that will continuously fall and rise.

So, let the lives be remarkable, radiant roses,

Roses that sparkle in the fields forever.