Sorrow comes and goes,

full-blown rose and petals falling,

sadness passes with morning

the dawning of a bud

arriving.

A rose that opens

perfumes and enlightens

the air and the space it habituates,

a joy when it arrives,

reviving.

Even when watered by tears

deep in its heart there is nectar

to gather and treasure,

the returning life of the rose,

surviving.