To Simply Be

Upon a Red Rose I did stumble
And Without a place to be
I stoped to admire it.
For its petals did humble
The thoughts inside of me.
“How nice it must be to simply be”
I said aloud.
“No worries of what to do,
No dreams of what you’ll be.
For beauty your only purpose.
The only prophecy you see.”
Yes. I do envy this rose.
How nice it must be to simply be.