I wake at night when no one can see
Even though I'm beautiful I have no glee.
And as I walk on these rose bushes so pretty
I notice that beauty has no degree.
For this world is oh so lovely!
People imagine and pretend of me.
But there's enough beauty in the trees.
So why not be thankfull and why dissagree
Why do we imagine of my beauty?
When there's enough in this worl for we.


