I do not care for black ravens
fierce is their gaze like fire
white frost queens with blind eyes
cold is their heart and desire.
Come time of summer so sweet
clowns with the circus in town
come time for children to play
hide-and-seek and merry-go-round.
Shy roses blush with delight
painted in gold the wild meadow
butterflies, bees, gentle breeze
wish you could stay here forever.
Scattered to winds is my worry
foaming rivers can carry my load
young tomorrows will not ever
become my old yesterdays now.
Proud roses in well tended gardens
modest blossoms in fields overcome
their difference obvious in my mind
in my heart is their beauty like one.