I am the rose, thrown and abandoned into the river by the beautiful Indian princess whose heart is broken and dreams shattered by the very one she loved. And I, the delicate, white rose, was the last gift of her anterior love. As I, the one and only reminder of that love, floated away, her tears followed me with the same rhythm as the heart beats, magnetizing themselves onto my supple petals. The gentle breeze of the spring takes us farther and farther away from our once happy owner, which leaves us in the hands of nature. Drifting and drifting to nowhere in the sense of time, the tearlets, for this is what I named them, and I slowly & quietly watched the struggling maiden get smaller and smaller as the distance grew between us. The tearlets and I looked around at the slowly passing beauty around us. When the calm settled, we must have gone far since the lands we see surrounding us are no longer familiar. The only things memorable to us were the muted chirps from the branches circling above us. Everything was becoming monotonous to us so we slowly dozed off to peaceful sleep. Suddenly we woke up with the same thought in mind. Something was different about the environment or at least there was something making it unusual. We finally realized what was making everything so awkward. The river was picking up speed and, all too late, we noticed a waterfall two feet ahead of us. Tumbling and tumbling into an abyss of water, the tearlets took refuge deep into my petals while I tried my best to protect them. While the water beat upon me, ripping out most of my petals, I tried with all my might to get to the surface of the water, but it was a hopeless attempt. I finally gave up and let the water take us wherever it pleases. I didn't realize how much strength I've lost till I noticed I was sleeping through a pale blue, crystal river. I woke up to the violent touch of raindrops. More and more of my petals were torn from me. And with every lost petal, I became weaker and weaker. With my all hope lost and three petals left to spare, I sank slowly down to the floor of the river, leaving the tearlets bewildered, sad, and lost. And with my last glimpse of the world, I silently fell into the deepest and most restful sleep without a care in the world.