Where Peacefulness Blooms

    Dawn’s melancholy clouds have dropped
    their tears upon my half-furled
    early morning roses; tucked in,
    like sleeping children, there they lay,
    enveloped in the fragrant blossoms’ arms.
    Today I am that pure-white, peaceful bloom;
    no pendulous emotions color me.
    I flourish in communion with the world,
    and happy thoughts entwine with tears of joy.