Roselein

Roselein, Roselein, Roselein rot. How young and beautiful you look today. How beautiful, how young. So unlike me, old and wizened by pain. You probably do not think so, but soon, oh, too soon, you shall be like me, world weary, tired. Your silky red petals brown, your fragrant smell gone, your proud stance slouched. Life is not easy, and it spares no one. Roselein, Roselein, Roselein rot. you probably dont believe me. I bet that you're thinking you'll survive, after all, the chilly weather spared you. Why shouldnt life? but rejoice not, my dearest, for the winter is to come. And who has ever heard of a flower that flourished in the snow? In the cold? In the darkness? Not I, not you. Roselein, Roselein, Roselein rot. Soon - oh, too soon, we'll say goodbye.