The Rain
The Wind
Trees sigh
As I find
that flower:
discarded,
unwanted,
wilting,
and dying
as the rain,
drenches the Earth.
I pick it up
and hold it up to see it
Lightning lights up the sky.
Perfect.
I walk inside,
and put the flower in a vase
and put the vase
in the window
the Sun comes out
shines
and warms the Earth
the wilted petals open up
and out comes
a white rose
perfectly beautiful.
