A solitary rose grew in the darkest corner of the garden Surrounded by many others Yet remained alone Time passed and trials came and went One dealt a severe blow And the rose began to wilt and wither Forgotten... Then... as if by a miracle... There came a soft and gentle breeze Followed by a ray of light As all the other roses fell into darkness The solitary rose began to shine Shining with a special light... And watered by a gentle cascade... A cascade of love A cascad