From the pages of my yesterday's dreams. br br IV br The roses.. br May 21 br br Myself, alone, sitting br on big rocks in between of the wide flowing stream br My eyes savoring the beauty of nature br Nature free from touch of men br As the virgin forest nearby swaying with glee br My face feeling the gentle breeze' caress br Savoring its calmness, every bit of tranquility. br br Deep in thoughts br A lady in brown appeared to me br With a bundle of roses in her hand br she handed to me and spoke gently br The roses can cure sickness, gives happiness br Soak it with water, in nine days she says. br I never know her name br but I felt I would meet her someday br br Leaving me, dumbfounded br Looking at her footstep as she left me br Until a gentle hand touch me, wake me up br Time to go to church, witness the unveiling br Of our Parish newly chosen Patron Saint br With my dream fresh in mind, I smile br As they slowly unveiled the lady statue br Happiness and surprise painted on my face br A lady in brown, with bundle of rose in her hand br Standing in front of me, who is she? br br With the leaflets in my hands the answer I found br St. Rita of Cascia, the Saint appeared in my dream br Her rose petals I can't deny, soaking it with water br I did try br Appearing in my dream before I met her br I don't know why. br br br (This is one of my dreams, in poetry I want to share. A dream I cant forget) br Sta.