Oh rose, gentle flower spirit- in these moments i imbibe our singularity, for I feel your delicate petals blossoming from my third-eye, roots wrapped betwixt my heart- your scent whispering Rumi as I dance with you in this delirious springtime tango I cry out "oh magnificent beings, rejoice! For I have found us! We're all together in this moment!" But the rose simply giggles coyly, her dance continues as if this was a secret she knew all along.