Poem

[Grunge]

the waters are all calm
the trees dont blow in the wind
gripped firmly in your palm
there is nothing you cannot mend

but deep below the water
rooted in the sand
there is something that grows larger
spreading throughout the land

the roots have all died
but the plants remain the same
and under the calm waters it will hide
not giving itself a name

and with no eyes to see
one dark and stormy night
a rose grew from the sea
but not a soul in sight

as the sun was rising
to start a brand new day
the rose sank, calmly falling
on the bottom it will lay