It's not that easy to die

how do you say,

I thought a rose in him

path,

lonely, already tired of the cold,

He wept bitterly for his fate.

It's not so easy to live

how do you say,

a little bird chirped weakly,

for having the life that you

have,

it would be icy pink

cold.

Tired of its trill,

the bitter and resentful rose,

did not utter words of

comfort,

to the little bird that at his side

He was dying.

But…the pain was such

of the little bird,

that the rose, for its life

unfortunate, forgot for a

moment his sadness,

and gently told him

Very short:

Don't suffer, little bird,

and let yourself be carried away by your

wings, up there

in the always clear sky,

you will find one more life

pretty.

And the bird lulled by

the Rose,

their wings pregnant with stars,

rose smiling

hopeful, believing

words of her friend.

The rose did not understand

that she wants to die,

He didn't die,

and the little bird with a desire to live,

it no longer existed.

As days go by

and the nights,

the lonely rose has understood,

that his life, although sad and

lonely,

gives beauty to the roadside.

And they say that the rose at the end

he was convinced,

that life and death,

is given to us,

and looking up to the sky

every day,

See in him, his beauty reflected!