On a road I was walking The street burning in the heat My eye caught flashes of crimson There stood a rose amidst the concrete The miraculous thing stood tall Never had I seen such a flower That took so much pride In its beautiful power But then my mind Thought out such a ghastly future For the little flower that stood there For the little red creature I wondered if it would be pulled out By a lover for his stubborn partner Or whether it would be deprived of its resources And die without sunlight and water But as suddenly as I thought I realised another ending That if the flower was really destined to die It would have never sprouted from its seedling With so much courage and enthusiasm If it came out of the soil alive Even if it died It had already accomplished enough in life Even if it died It would be as alive as a soldier is In someone’s mind Who died fighting a grimon battle A scooter honks behind me Out of my thoughts yanking me I smiled at the good news The driver thinking I must be crazy He seemed well in a hurry And past me he rushed With his ignorance to the road The little flower lay crushed