I am alive if I feel the fresh morning breeze crossing,
Like they are the only one responsible, they are the only one walking.
I see those grasses dancing if somebody touch their tender soul ,
That greenery so luxurious that even money can’t decide its role.
I feel alive if I feel those fragile red petals more beautiful than any castle,
It has defined its true beauty amidst the thorns it every time tackle.
Being alive defines those moments I can count of those pretty smiles after the teardrops the eyes shed,
I always feel a pillow of thorns is accompanied by Rose’s bed 🙂