Fields of roses,

With their leaves so close.

Oh how that water would flow.

With the wind and its blow.

Walking down the grassy red path,

And feel the earths wrath.

With fields of roses so bright,

They shall not stop us, even in the night.

Fields of roses, with their flowers so tall,

You’ll be walking till you have to crawl.

With the sun shining down on you,

And the violets so blue.

The endless cloud cover,

Only so long until you recover.

Trees so green,

With their roots so clean.

Be careful not to trip,

And always keep a steady grip.

With the trees so close,

And those fields of rose.

Nothing but me,

And the buzzing bee.

Me walking down the shimmering path,

But I have not seen the earths wrath.

Fields of roses, how majestic they are,

Just like a fading star.

Their red so bright,

with their pedals so tight.

Nothing but feeling the spring breeze,

Nothing but the perfect number of degrees.

With their flowers so soft,

Now I’m beginning to feel lost.

But how can you ignore the fields of roses,

With their leaves so close.

Feeling their pedals sink beneath your toes,

Oh how beautiful they are, the fields of roses.