You Hold the Key

In this world of thorns and roses Deception creates reality's balance Here lies a cup stemmed from overflowing greed Rather cage the bird than watch it fly. In this form claimed to know well Uncertainty shadows With all the strong gusts and small breezes Rest here now Do not lose sight of the mountains. Enclosed are the remnants of the garden In these hands lie the builder and the destroyer Even in the winter snow There always remains a red rose.