Like a tiny glistening teardrop just beginning to settle,
A sunray filtered across the morning dew which lay upon a petal,
A kaleidoscope of colour, so beautiful, could be seen,
Which gave off a sense of calmness, so serene.

As it became warmer, new buds began to open up one by one,
As if beckoning to the warm of the sun.
Reaching up toward the sky, petals softly reaching out,
Flickers of colour here and there,
like tiny rainbows in the air.

The morning dew was now gone, and petals were fully opened,
Strong rooted stems stuck firmly in the ground,
A smell of beautiful perfume filled the air around.

There is nothing more beautiful I suppose,
Than watching the awakening of a rose.

                                                  (ljs).