Fall into rose petals.

Feel the softness

of their shelter

where the sun is

the sound of summer

and night is the

sweet scent of the air.

The rain is

the morning dew,

and wind is the voice

of  one who whispers

in your dreams.

Drift now

to where the

world is quiet

but for the sounds

of  summer days

and nights

to the petals of the rose.