The irony of existence

In muck grows the rose,
whence pain gives prose.
From darkness shines bright
the wonder of a light
bearing explosive brilliance.

The fallen tree gives
space wherein blossom lives.
From roots buried deep
the nutrients seep
bearing vibrant dalliance.

ground

yer dead in the head;
so afraid to be lead
to bed as was said.

yer paid with lead;
like bread to be fed,
and wed as was read.

(view along the Mondego river)