The soul is a rose, in bloom and in wither,
A metamorphosis from birth to death,
A journey of light, a quest to deliver,
A transcendence to realms beyond this earth.
In this surreal realm, a rose turns red,
Then blue, then red again, a transformation,
A life lived, a soul prepared to be shed,
A metamorphosis to a higher station.
The figure of light shines bright and tall,
A beacon of hope, a guide to ascend,
A soul rises up, answers the higher call,
Transcendence and transformation, a surreal blend.
So let the rose bloom, let the soul soar,
Let the transformation begin,
For in the end, we'll transcend and explore,
The realm beyond, where our souls will win.