Written by Adam M. Snow
When the tree again is blowing,
the sky itself is flowing.
When the leaves are rustling 'gainst the wind,
the world itself comprehends -
the beauty which spawns from nature's womb;
the haunting beauty, the rose bud blooms.
The joy and treasures, only a child knows
- the true beauty of a blood red rose.
Life's full mystery, still we don't know -
just how far this beauty will go.
Ends of the Earth perhaps and forevermore;
to the sunset, setting on the open shore.