TO MY GRANDCHILD SEBASTIÃO WITH LOVE

IT WAS A POOR ROSE
FALLEN ON THE GRASS
ALONE ABANDONED WET
HURTED ON THE GROUND

THE MOTHER TREE CRYS
FOR HAVING LOST A CHILD
IT WAS THE WIND AND THE RAIN
THE CAUSE OF SUCH PAIN

BUT........OH GOD
WITH A SAD HEART
LITTLE FINGERS
OF PURE HANDS
PICKED THE ROSE UP

SUCH NICE ROSE WET
WAS A GIFT I RECEIVED
FROM SOMEONE I LOVE
I'LL NEVER FORGET THIS