The rose bush buds
and the sun
gently caresses and cradles it
in its innocence

while a springtime breeze
moves it in rhythmic rocking
nurturing its promise

One petal
comes alive
moves, opens out

and all the others
in resonance of life's vibration
respond in kind

One rose dares to open
and within the course of a day -
one day -
the bush is ablaze with color

Our movements in life

? Michaelette ?

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