raining roses

a sad song flows along,

I want to cry but i'm being strong

a field of roses lay before me

for miles, not one single tree

Not a cloud of sky;

and laying here the day passes me by

Here no one has to be shy

we all can fly

amongst the birds we can glide

we won't need a guide

to be in the field

No one here needs a shield

for protection;

there is no rejection

its all idea projection;

personal reflection

the flowers soar into the heavens

then they rain together in bunches of sevens

The roses aren't watered with hoses

look up, It's raining roses!