The rose is not afraid to blossom 

Though it knows its pedals must fall

And with its pedals fall seeds into soil

Why toil to contain it all?

Why toil at all?



Ice crystals form from flakes of heaven

Fall down weightless to the earth

To them it's worth the falling 

Through atmospheres a-dawning

And open arms a-calling 

To collect and protect all the raining

Insane from above

The lonely angel dust

The only angel does