A rose shone brightly within a lush garden. She was pink and lovely with the blush of new awareness upon the tops of each petal. Her shiny, emerald green leaves awaited the dew each morning, and the blessed rest of the evening; both warm and cool could she enjoy.

The rose awoke gladly each morning, stretching and sending her gentle fragrance in all directions. She watched the sun travel across the sky, and thought of how happy he must be, to be so full and giving. She thought also of her friends the clouds, who hid the light only to pour down sweet rain from the heavens.