Flower garden

Once in a place far away,
a flower of unknow beauty was growing.

In a sacred garden, roses where growing.
A soft sweet scent of flowers was flowing.
A thick mist hid the place.
Don't get lost, it's a maze.

Don't let the colors of flowers blind you.
It's an illusion do not believe, the scent is confusion you.
Because even the most beautiful rose has thorns.

Yet, an innocent flower grows in the maze it's center.
Waiting, always waiting.
A flower only blooming under the gentle moonlight.

Because in a place far away,
there was a girl lost in it's sway.
Daydreaming all the day.
Lost in the place,
she turned flower, to be one with the maze.

A gardener who fed the flowers everyday
began to hear the whispers of the roses.
Telling her about the center flower.

For such a delicate and fragile flower,
to find the strength to regain her true form,
grab her hand and walk out of far away once more.

Come my flower, lets return.
Watch the moon and see how you, my snowflower, will bloom.