Roses are red
Roses are black
Roses are pink
Wonder their tip colour of love

The flowers are in a drought
The crops are not so colorful
The plants are not manufacturing
Wondering their way of functioning

The bee of democracy sings
The flowers of freedom get free
The nectar benefits both
Wondering their way of living

Why do I have to live?
How do I live?
What do I earn from living?
How is my way of surviving

Being drenched by the rain
Being possessed by the air
Being overwhelmed by the sun
Is more like getting a life plan

My life is a long journey
To walk and travel
But I insist on going on