The soft piano plays in the background of my mind.
The blend of rain and thunder chime in to make it sublime.
The cleansing rain drips softly from the leaves.
Then slowly down the sides of the trees.
The water converges into a brisk moving stream.
The leaves and flowers fall to take part in the dream.
A dream of floating upon the water's surface and feeling free.
The leaf and flower entangled and floating together as they please.
The light pink rose embraces the flow and blooms before my eyes.
The miracle of nature is vibrant and causes me to sigh.
I reach into the stream as the rose drifts into my hand.
The rose in full bloom appears to tremble as I place her on dry land.
Her petals now a brilliant pink, a sight to behold.
A signal that she still wants me to hold.