The World in My Fist With the break of the dawn I find a Rose in my lawn, She is a pink one, The petals are fresh, bathed in morning dew. The garden is now in a novel hue. Makes the garden a heaven, The rose with immortal beauty. An enlightened world is this cavern, Full of love, grace, and pity. The golden cloud pour silver drops Green wind strong and loud nourish the rosy crops. This rose my garden, The solitary peace and heartful rest.