I was enveloped by an ocean of rose,
continuously washed over by fragrant
waves of lush petals,
the flowers sheddings dotting the warm
concrete paths atop the earth,
where everything was flowing.

The trees were in a state of flowing,
standing guard over the garden of rose.
I could smell the joy in the earth
as she emitted her fragrant
excitement in a rush of wind, warm
against the shells of soaring petals.

My skin was adorned with petals
courtesy of the breeze flowing
through the garden. Warm
sunlight reached for a rose,
which in turn poured its fragrant
longing onto the earth.

The whole of the earth
can be summarized by these falling petals;
they can wash over our hurt, their fragrant
comfort flowing
through the cracks of the rose,
reminding us to be warm.

I am filled with this warm
reminder to love the earth
every time I come in contact with a rose.
How can I not, when their petals
refuse to crack in this flowing
life, all the while fragrant?

This world has a fragrant
smell of hope, warm
and flowing
and seeping into the earth,
with the aid of the petals
of a purposeful rose.

These roses of our earth,
with their everlasting, fragrant flowing,
remind me of your warmth through their dancing petals.