Walking through a beautiful meadow,
The grass is green, the sky is blue.
Not a cloud in the sky.
The air is warm, but yet, there is a soft wind.
I look around,
Gazing at the many flowers.
Until I find it.
The crystal rose.
It is enticing, alluring, elegant.
Its petals are as clear as a crystal vase.
Its scent is fresh, calming, curing.
This rose is so perfect,
It almost seems---
To good to be true.