I am the morning rose

I am the morning rose.

At dawn, I stand erect.

The breeze carries the scent of my dreams.

My petals form a thousand smiles,

the ones Hafez once wrote about.

I will gently wither. I am patient.

My petals will crumble

and may be used to make rose sherbet.

I will then melt on the tongue of children 

and become laughter.