The sun is rising cried the rooster brightly
A new day is begun whispered butterflies lightly
A cloudy mist glides gently to the earth
Pan’s flute welcomes it with music and mirth
Caressing the field it glides with grace
Searching for it’s love it leaves not a trace
Bright red explodes in the early dawn
Uncontrollable, to it, it is eerily drawn
The rose awakens in the presence of the mist
Awaiting it’s arrival, waiting to be kissed
It surrounds her with love, so soft and gentle
Its love for her so raw so elemental
Their meeting in music is captured by bards
Lighted by the sun in shiny golden shards
Time stands still, the forest stands awed
The perfection of this meet, all else seems flawed
As quick as it froze, time once again shifts
The spell of serenity once again lifts
To all who witnessed, as if nothing occurred
Like the spirit it is, nothing seen nothing heard
To all it may seem, but to the rose it is untrue
Like a diamond she holds, that one perfect dew
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