The man looked at the world from afar,
As one must do to see how we really are.
He stared in pure amazement at what he had seen,
The world was so shallow, the world was so mean.
“What can I do?” the hefty man asked while rubbing his brow-
“The world is so very cruel as of right now.”
The children were sad and dying by their own hand,
The man cried a tear – a tear for man.
The tear fluttered and floated and turned into snow,
Was blown about to and fro,
The tear had such a very trying time coming down to us all.
It was about to give up, as it finally did fall.
To the ground it descended and in its place between the snow-
Came a flower; a rose, as people would later know.
And along came a girl who saw the red rose,
With a smile on her face, her heart was unfroze.
She gathered the town for a look at the thing that had grown-
And all the people broke from their lives of stone.
And from that day on, to cheer a person of a frown-
The people would pull a rose from the groun’.