White Rose (Version Ii) Poem by Ellen Mendez

Pure, vulnerable, adored as it used to be,
Where sweet fragrance rushing to meet by a bee
White rose covered with insects and grin,
Where leaves had fade, petals turn to a twain

White rose what misery had happen?
Your sweet fragrance lost as it was been
White rose get up, run away from that place
Let not yourself be covered with disgrace

White rose in the garden wanted to insist,
To plea the freedom that was rarely exist
White rose continue the journey of onward,
Let not the past will lead you backward

White rose in the garden get up and shine,
Embraced the light of the shinning sunshine
White rose don't try to waste your time
Searching, waiting for nothing every time

White rose can't you see? your life is short
Your useless; soon to be fade and no worth
White rose in the garden don't try to incline,
In your fate that ruled and already in line

White rose in the garden be satisfied,
You're not certified; yet glorified
White rose in the garden its time to be back
In thy home that you can't say you lack

White rose in the garden open your eyes,
And see your shameful deeds as cold as ice
White rose remember how it used to be
In pure, vulnerable, adored garden with the bee