Roses Are Red and Grasses Are Green

The red of my sky, the green of my garden,
brings me hope, of a new day, the new dawn.
Beholden my friend, -we all are-
For this another chance, for the better, perchance.

The grass seemed greener, the horizon closer,
But the land never met skies, even on the other side.
Refrain my friend, -we all should-
For this land, is our own mother's hand.

Building ties, cessation of cries,
in no way surpassed the insecure past.
So, hold back my friend, -you too must-
For you never know what will stab your back.