Withered rose by Tomiwa Omoyungbo

Blown away by the wind
She's fluttered about
Confusion is Imminent
Even the trees are vulnerable

The drifts of the storm
Ensures disaster
The rain drops
Are like whips of torture

The rainbow a perfect pacifier
Governs the sky
The sun brightens the moment
The rose blooms back to life
From now on nature has you
And you have nature