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.