Elemental Shift

With the beauty of your face, and the touch of your skin, I cannot picture you as the rose, who stares at the heavens, No, you are the raindrop, that falls to the Earth, With every waking moment, as the rose grows, It reaches towards the sky, asking for more, When the rose reaches upward, and finds heaven, It shall open it's bud, and emanate a smell so sweet, Every man, woman, and child, shall open their eyes and look up, At that precise moment, the world will be at an awe, All because of one fallen raindrop, that brought life to a rose.