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
