A splendid rose stood all alone,
Surrounded by a wall of stone.
Around the wall were roses too,
Yet neither knew the others grew.
So often we like flowers dwell,
Too deep within our human shell
And pass through life “not understood” -
Nor making all the friends we should.
So tear down those walls where we all hide,
And in each other we should confide.
For we are the same, yes you and me,
We are people, not flowers - for eternity.