dressed in pinks, reds and white
their petals reaching out to all
oh...what a lovely sight.
thorns clipped and water given
never did they try, never did they cry
why...they must be in heaven.
they are roses.
i am a fern.
you plucked my leaves and made me cry
you wanted me shriveled and gone
but...i would not die.
you pulled me out and broke me
you thought you had won
no...you only set me free.
i...am a fern.
