Carefree

Their wings flutter as they fly around the flowers. They land on a flower with a single drop of water on its petal.

I marvel at its beauty, never before in my life have I seen such beauty.

The water drop slowly rolls down and over the curve of the petal. In its wake are smaller water drops. The breeze blows and they fly away, as they glide on the wind, a single tear rolls down my cheek.

I smile softly and wipe it away. I look at the rose again; it is no longer a pale pink, but a vibrant red.