6 May 2012
When a farmer plants a seed, The seed must slowly grow. When a gardner plants a rose, The rose shall surely grow.
But when a bulb grows different, A white rose in a world of red, The white will be shunted and pushed to the earth, Where no sunlight caresses its leaves.
But when the red roses recede to the ground, Forced by the wintery frosts. The white rose stands tall, In a world of snows, And need never again fear harm.
•Kinuthia Gakonga•
The White Rose • Opuss № I