The iron roses gleams with a silvery glow

Under the sun they sit

A site that will make you stare in awe

When a plant could shine like this

Pick them and bring them back into town

Swirling shapes shatter shared space

It seems they don't want to leave

The fog rolls in out of the blue

A great grey shroud gives way

Putting them back the fog will fade

Making their message clear as day

Either appreciate with your eyes or don't come back again

Those iron roses.. those iron roses