The Philosopher's Fire

It's weird when they, 

just nod in denial;

It concerns my heart,

When I see them on fire. 

Though roses can be black,

If painted on white ;

And the sorrows be diminished,

When the Truths sets out alright! 

If you ever wondered as to why,

Robert had to wander;

He found a cross-road,

After leaving the woods that was on fire!