A rose, my friend, is always a rose,
no matter from whence the soil it grows.
so is it our nature or our nurture,
that determines our stature?
Weeds will always choke the host,
destruction & turmoil is their boast.
A peaceable person is always kind,
No matter the storms, that rage in the mind.
a rose will always grow into a rose,
no matter the soil from whence it grows.
Dont be fooled by those who always blame,
a peaceable nature will tygers try tame.
the real question to life's answers are,
am I a weed or rose, seen from afar?