I find a road and go for a walk,
I watch how the seasons change,
Fall, winter, spring, and summer,
But then I start slowing down,
I get confused, I start crying,
As I look around the world is everywhere,
I keep dropping everything,
Then when I get down to pick up the dead rose…..
I go down with it,
Ending up in a garden bursting to life,
And finally dropping a hopeful……
Tear.