I am the rose that grew from soil with harsh green petals and bronze thorns,

I was grounded by rotten blue roots dying from beneath the surface, 

The dark of the day and light of the nights made love with their passing, 

Simple moments they use to transition from dawn and slumber, 

Naturally coexisting in each other, 

I took my first breath as a breed that was beastly, 

Though a rose I stood, amongst my peers I was a foreigner,

My beauty echoed its own history as my battles left their prints,

I fluctuate like the tides,

Rising as the moon calls me to seek her blessing,

Falling as the sun scars me with her sensation, 

This beauty yearns for times nurturing hands,

A risky bid of endless yonder of what is on the other side,

As the seasons change my eyes open to some truth,

That times plays father if you allow it mother your growth