A flower and myself are not enough, there must be sun

Each day catches fire

Each day catches fire. 
If you have walked all day and not seen it, wait. 
Don’t blink; it might happen that instant. 
One morning there was dew on the grass. 
But no sunlight, and the dew was red-grey, the rose didn’t speak. 
The next day there was dew and sun, but the rose had shed its petals. 
There must be a triad. 
A flower and myself are not enough, there must be sun. 
A birch and myself are not enough; the birch needs wind, or a thrush, or frost.