Love [Poem]

[Underground_Network]

I wake up to the smell of roses,
And the sound of a cardinal singing its heart out.

It's a sweet smell and an even sweeter melody,
But both distract me from my daily routine...

Instead of brushing my teeth and washing my face,
And eating breakfast and getting dressed for work,
I step outside and see what appear to be fireworks in the distance.

Flashes of red, orange, and yellow
Stroked graciously across the morning sky,
As if the sky were a large piece of stationery
And the fireworks, ink.

But I can hear now in the distance
A sound that overpowers the cardinal's sweet melody,
And that's when I realize,
Those probably aren't fireworks after all.