Weather is kind in the innocence of children. We watch your rose-face opening toward your rose-hand and your first summer's rose. The newness of beauty startles the sun's beneficence loosing petals of light over our hair and faces and arms. This moment will repeat itself in every first encounter as time's rose blooms, unfolds, and blows full. Truth you will have to search for, but beauty is there for the believing and each new noticing, lit like a rose, will cascade your face with petals of light, and we will know more than we have known of innocence and beauty and the dream of the rose.