The Harlequin Rose - Chelle

Sitting in the overcast of night
Wishing for freedom
My roots hold me down
But I still dream of that day
The day that I shall be free
It begins to rain
A slight trickle
Then a down poor
A drop of rain slides down the white petal
A purple streak tells of a story
A story of love
A story of death
It 'tis be I
The Harlequin Rose
A white petal a top
With a purple streak
If only I could be free
And never die.

Chelle - November 28 1994