There is this rose, br In a garden beautiful; br And as life goes, br With thorns cruel. br br Among the blossoms, br From earth seeds; br As the life possums, br And the roots concedes. br br Like dragonflies above the trees, br In knowledge and abilities; br Finding out each contiguities, br In colored ways and poetries. br br The blue of world beyond, br When clouds drift away; br Not to this earth bond, br Each night or new day. br br With profound sky around, br So deep in its applique; br The horizon line is found, br Inside all this quixote. br br Like dragonflies above the trees, br In knowledge and abilities; br Finding out each contiguities, br In colored ways and poetries. br br Our world is so beautiful, br Daydreams fading into sun; br Their ways quite ignitible, br To break out of our ration. br br Our spirt flies away high, br To get to the gleaming stars; br Let your imaginations try, br Radio waves distance pulsars. br br Like dragonflies above the trees, br In knowledge and abilities; br Finding out each contiguities, br In colored ways and poetries.br br Peter S.