Rose seeds become the rose is truth.
It's constant for all living things
That when we hear a song bird's song
It's what that song bird always sings.
Don't search the thoughts of those now dead.
Truths they made up are also dust.
The truth that's written in our genes
Can be the only truth we trust.
We must "reach out...", become our 'rose',
Our being less is falsity.
The truth we search for we will find
In what we were designed to be.
Our searches just don't find our truth.
With each find the collective grows.
As we contribute to its truth
Humanity becomes the rose.