Sitting on the brick brook

Memories flashed, a second look,

Watching the water flow into the stream

Pastel sails, I see in my dream.

A beautiful rose, flourishes in my heart

In my essence from the start-

Blooming like a butterfly

In its chamber, no lies

Crystals seep upon each red petal anew

Purifying the durges, setting forth truth

Fabrics of gold satin fill my mind

Rose of my heart, a precious find.