he was made crude
he germinated earthily
Among the thorns of the jungle
Far away from the roses and the hibiscuses.
A thought emerged winner of his poll
he turned to a senior plant in a place better than the jungle
he saw plant in moving leafs, on talking tree, on a smooth soil
and sees the sun that shines in the night.
After a decade, he saw a female flower of beautiful making
She accommodated him, gave him reason to be refined
She believed in him and made him believe in his fruit.
Together they are still germinating in Love
Surely to give life to roses of their making