I dreamed of my rose in the garden
Darkness acquiesces to the waking of the morning as light gains the first moments of the day. Rituals abound such as fervent prayers, exercise, the smell of fresh cornbread, the aroma of hazelnut flavors in coffee and, the sizzling sound of maple flavored bacon. The cock crow and the farmers with pail in hand dutifully address the livestock and consider their labor in the fields.
The earth is warming now as sunlight graces the landscape. The foggy, misty dew enveloped my garden so thick one can barely see. I gladly welcome the dew, trusting that nature knows when and how to nourish its family. Later, the sun establishes its setting in the sky and as the dew dissipates, my garden is now in grand view.
Among the trees, the hydrangeas, and the daisy's were a row of climbing rose bushes, which clutch the trellis walls. The trellis is used to support the roses because of its strength, yet modest as to not clash with nature. The rose's glory boasts of so many deep bright reds, stunning yellows and pearly whites; a harmony of overwhelming hues. I breathe their fragrances in the air, as I stood over them. The roses await inspection and "come hither" the butterflies, and the bees. They among others accepted the roses invitation and began their communing gossip as they hover and flutter. I was taking it all in...seeing and feeling natures showcase, and as I reach for this one rose, unbeknownst of the thorn, I yelped in pain.
I gasp as I found myself lying in my bed. It was so real...oh so real.
I have awakened, and my senses were shaken.
Startled was I, so real was my-inner
vision of this world, oh how I desired it was true, but
I dreamed of my rose in the garden.
