discrete

a meadow filled with sunshine,
yet cold bore down from mountains,
estatic were the butterflies,
so was the breeze,
hummingbirds were plenty,
and so were mockingjays,

there in the glade grew,
a bunch of flowers,
the apple of their eye,
a rose in their midst,
tulip loved her,
so did the orchid,
she moved with a ease,
they moved with her,
happy for the attention,
they were happy coz of her,

unknown to them,
a pebble lay in their midst,
rooting the rose,
always there,
its love unconditional,

the pebble wasnt a part,
of rose's universe,
for the pebble,
rose was its universe.