A/N: I still feel bad about Drake's accident, and after reading how he's out working again, I decided to write this poem for him.
The Rose
The rose had reached for the sky
But the winds had brought it down
Still scarred, it dreamed for a high
Though it was bound
It would fight on
Only to become stronger
Blooming at dawn
It pushed to go farther
Other roses around it
Blocked the new winds
And helped it be fit
The sun raised it from the sins
Though it will take time
All its strength will return
So it may be like a pine
And it will stand firm
As it reaches for the sky
A/N: Glad to hear your getting better, Drake!