Annie; her rose so brightly blooms
- her rose so brightly blooms.
'In the rain and the sun,
with the wind in our hair ,
chase butterflies in the air’
Annie, always gets her way
I took notice her shyness
bore creative expression.
In solitude, her highness,
gave glorious confession.
do you have in store for me?
‘she’s hearing god's breath.’
as it sung life from death.
God whispers to the Rose,
let your music take flight’.
In such company, I'm left to ponder.
My mind and soul get up and wander,
with questions about this or that,
all surrounding this mystical cat.
And in the end, what will remain,
more beautiful than when she came,
possesses love that all consumes,
her blossom, her rose, so brightly blooms.