Unfurl thy limbs child
you are to be a flower - bloom.
''...out there things will be stirrin' down below in the dark.''
''Are there ever any Roses?''
''Everything was strange and silent, and she seemed to be hundreds of miles away from anyone, but somehow she did not feel lonely at all.''
''Even if the Roses are dead, there are other things alive.''
''...and she liked still more the feeling that when its beautiful old walls shut her in, no one knew where she was.''
''What happened to the Roses?''