The Immortal Rose

To you it is just a flower,
A piece of nature
Nothing special about it
But to me it is the cause of the pain in this world
It is the cause of the world's happiness
The world's dreams
The world itself
It holds with in its petals
Each person's heart
And each person's mind
It bleeds in the wind
And stains the world around us
It weeps with the willows
And roars with the sea
It's echoes resound in the fog
Never stopping, never drifting
Everyone in the world can hear
When the Immortal Rose speaks
When it breathes the world breaths with it
Yet when the world dies, it shall live on
There in the cracked, burnt ground
It will continue to bloom
It is the Immortal Rose