In all the meadows of deep red and purple, We grew next to one another. In all the times we could have blossomed, We opened ourselves at the same time, And from that moment on, Our time was meant to be together. Can’t we stay here together? Care to watch the others bloom with me? We take in the same rays of sunlight, Our petals drip rain drops on each other, Grow our roots tangled and tethered, To pull one of us out would be to rip out the other. While trees overhang and meadows spread on, Oh look, a rose has snuck in between us. All on its own and lacking a meal of sunlight, We could look after it together, We could move our pods out from over it, And let it take some of the rain that falls, Dripping a drop of rain from me to you to the roses pedals. As we grow, it grows, and as the sun turns, It will reach the same ray of sun we bask in, And it will take in its own rain, Blooming rose in a field of old lovers' hearts. Spring will never be as joyous, And winter will only be harder to endure, But maybe by taking this rose as our own, Withering will be that much sweeter.
Alejandro Barton-Negreiros, ’23