The Rose Crusher

A seed I sow In the soil long ago Nourish the sprout To make a plant To bear flowers and fruit I help the bud To bloom into a flower The breeze appreciates The sunray delightfully plays Though sometimes strong winds Eve tease me Never mind I carefully Continue to bear the rose. The long cherished wish I share with butterflies and bees To give the gift wonderful and surprising To some one special. Out of the blue Comes the egoist lunatic Forcibly plucks the rose Tears it petal by petal Crushes under his demonic feet Now I am in paradise With full of flowers The demons are hanged And send to the hell To burn by the unimaginative fires.