Chances
Deep beneath the frozen ground
Buried under feet of snow
A single white rose seed is waiting
For it's chance to grow.
Struggling through the thawing earth
Hopeing birds won't peck it
She slowly starts to sprout
Pushing to the suface of the planet.
Finally, it's free
But the world is not what she thought.
The sky is sunless, the land is dead.
Was all this struggle for naught?
A jet screams overhead
Ripping the rose from the ground.
She could not live in this hollocaust
THe nuclear pollution all around.