The Last Rose of Summer

The Cukoo woke up to the first ray of light shining through the vast sky. It's a beautiful morning. All birds are singing together in such amazing harmony, better than the most skillful orchestra. The sun rays are reflecting unto the water of the calm waterfall, giving it so much warmth inside and lots of brightness outside. The Cukoo's wandering about, adoring the scene. It was such an amazing blend of blues and greens. There was something missing there he felt. He could not spot a single rose in the whole valley. He wishes he could spot any to complete the beauty of the almost marvellous scence, he remembers though that the Summer is almost coming to an enda and it was very hard to find any. He keeps flying high and low, until he finally finds her. Below the trees, behind the bushes, stood such a beautiful red rose, the last rose of Summer, left blooming alone. Beautiful as it looked, it seemed so sad, so melancholic and lonely...