The petal of a rose once fell

then drifted slowly through the trees.

Upon the wind it tumbled long

until it drifted up to me.

At first, I saw no value there

in just one petal all alone.

But then I stooped and picked it up

and found that it was still a rose.

I felt its velvet touch my skin,

as its aroma filled the air.

I breathed to take the fragrance in,

Read and leave comments (2)