The Rose and the Cloud

The Rose and the Cloud

In the drying sand

On the firing land

Where the rays of the sun

Makes everything crumble and burn

There leaved a little rose

Who was from dying so close

As her struggle increased

As everyone thought she was diseased

She stood up and raised

But from within silently she cried

She couldn’t resist the drought

And she started to doubt

Her existence as her petals dropped

For a saving soul she hopped

As the days passed by

As her stems & roots started to dry

She couldn’t resist she couldn’t try

Suddenly a shadow appeared

With her weakened body she peaked

To find that was the cloud she seeked

Even though she was tired

Her leaves from the hotness were fired

She shouted & should with a little bit of hop

That her thirsty voice could reach the cloud on top

And some rain upon her would drop

But the snobby cloud

Ignored the sound

Telling the dying soul

To wait until he finishes his patrol

Promising her that he would answer her call

As the shadows of the could moves

She started to fall

With her last breath into the ground she rolls

As the rose binds with the ground

The cloud came seeking for the sound

A dirty petal he found

I’m back he shouted out loud

A reply he didn’t hear back from that sound

As much water as he could he dropped

Until the desert drowned

He cried & cried

Cause that soul couldn’t come back whatever he tried

And from that place with guilt he fled

So to those we love

In our life the precious souls around us we have

If we can’t share their sadness

Only there to show off on their happiness

Yeah in the time of necessity when they’re alive

If we couldn’t help them from their wreck to thrive

Deep into their pain to help if we didn’t dive

Kindness and hope if we didn’t give

Who are we to cry as their souls leave