Now Grandmother loved picnics

  and festivals. She loved sharing

  all the food with families at

  harvest time. And how she loved

  to dance! Everyone danced until

  they were full of laughter and

  their cheeks were rosy red with

  all the fun. Then Grandmother,

  all out of breath, would tell Joey,

  “Now wasn’t that a beautiful time!”


  One little tear found its way to a

  wild rose and slipped inside the tip

  of the root. What Joey didn’t know

  was that the little tear was beginning 

  a very special journey up into the

  rose bush.


  Then, as if from nowhere, a butterfly flew down and took the

   beautiful shining drop up toward the rising sun, up, up, up

   into the heavens. Joey’s heart gave a leap... and just then he

   heard Grandmother’s happy voice saying as clear as ever,

  “Oh, Joey isn’t that beautiful!”