Petals upturned,

reaching for the sun.

Longing for freedom,

from roots strung.

The sun's gentle touch,

the ray's soft light.

The love of a rose,

kissed gently goodnight.

Beseech me the rain,

the ground, the air.

To meet the sun,

I long to be there.

Kiss the sun,

a simple goodnight.

Forever freedom,

the rose's blight.