The Roses aren't red for her anymore
They are dead and squashed on the garden floor
Someone decided a long time ago,
that these beautiful flowers had to go.
The goddess she cries when she thinks of the loss
of her children, the roses now covered with moss
And though vengence is not a part of her scheme
This is different, this was murder, loudly she screams.
And all of the seasons hearing her call
Send opposite weather to the world over all
Where is rains, it now shines, arid and dry
Where it shines it now thunders, rain filled skie
And the goddess she has the biggest surprise
Boots to big to see with both eyes
And downward she stomps, having a fit
Says " I feel better," and thing settled a bit.
So humans be careful just what you decide
to pull, kill, or weed out, you might cause a tide
If the goddess wants roses,or any old flower
We better listen, cause her boots, they got power.
© Copyright 2005 Amawitch-granny witch
