Cruising on a river of air
Searching for a tropical paradise
He bobs along to his imaginary music

Spots an excellent landing place
To rest his tired explorer feet
And close his tiny kaleidoscope eyes

A sun-stained rose with silver tears
An almost flawless rosy island
But there is no such thing as perfect

He zooms in on the speck of petal
Dives with wings tucked aside
Into the silken scarlet flower

His fuzzy toes touch the unexpected
His charcoal and golden body quivers
The thorn of the rose pierces his side

His fragile form punctured
Crying in agony, limp and stiff
He fears as darkness overwhelms him

Just when he thinks all is lost
A small hand extends toward him
And places him gently onto the rose

He sleeps there in peace,
Journey complete.