The sun rises and the birds caw.
There is a small mist if dew sprinkled on the freshly cut grass.
The sun rises and begins to shed light on the small cottage
There is a lone rose bud in the center of the garden,
One beautiful rose bud in the midst of thousands of tangled weeds.
As the sun inches upward into the sky, uncovers the single rose bud and it begins to open.
Slowly, as if magically enchanted, the bud opens.
All petals exposed, a sweet melody seems to loom and hover over the small cottage.
Suddenly, a dark cloud passes over the cottage
And the sky rumbles with anger and fury
Lightening, lead by the thunder strikes the cottage and it catches fire.
The fire consumes all things and the single rose begins to wilt, its blackened petals curl and give in to the fire’s rage.
In the distance the sweet melody can be heard fading in the wind.
