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.
