A dove with the grace of an angel's wings, silently
soars the golden skies of dawn. Glancing to earth, the feathered
messenger notices two lovers exchanging a passionate kiss. Feeling
the warmth from so far a distance, a single tear of longing forms in the
eye of the unintentional observer. To find a mate that could inspire
that tenderness and love would indeed be a gift from above.
The tear floats to the earth as if carried upon
a feather's spine. As the moisture settles, it dampens a deserted
plot of parched earth. A brilliant flash of lightning streaks across
the heavens, as the skies ripple with the sounds of thunder.
From the desolate land springs forth a rose of such beauty and softness, it pales the moon while outshining the sun. A permanent drop of dew hangs tentatively from the delicate flower's velvet petal, as if the tear of longing had finally found its rightful place on earth.