The Love Rose, A Rose like no Other
The story of the Love Rose
A Rose, Like None other
The Rose has been around fossils suggest 35 million years. And one would think after 5000 years of cultivation a new species would not be found.
Tucked in an abandoned lot, on the outskirts of a large city was a patch overgrown brush and woods near an old home. That is until one day a man stumble past and heard sounds of crying. He stopped and searched but no one could be found. He called out, but the crying stopped. As he looked and searched, he thought and wondered how beautiful this place might have been in its day, then he saw it, one loan Rose bush, tucked away and forgotten and neglected. Hmm as looked and pondered, just what you could be with a little love.
One day as he walked past again, he stopped and heard the sounds of crying, again he searched but all he found was the Rose. But again, as he looked upon it the crying stopped. He looked upon the Rose and felt its pain; all it wanted was loved again. To be gazed upon, to be smelled. The man felt this and quietly shed a tear that fell upon the rose. And for what felt like an eternity she felt something deep in her roots, some strange but also scary.
The next day the man returns and gently begins a slow process of clearing away brush, trimming trees and giving the Rose some rays of sun, he bends down, and asked is Rose, how is that, feel the warmth of that sun again. Know she had been in the dark so long the sun scared her, so she did the only thing she knew, she reached out and pricked the man. He just looked at her and said, it's OK, but please Trust my plan, it will be ok!
Timed passed and work on her garden progressed, the Rose now got lots of sun and rain, signs of life now was restored, and new growth was in sight. One day after a storm, a puddle of water appeared on the ground, and the Rose could now see what the man saw all along, but this scared her, haunts of years past came rushing back, and when the man appeared to continue pruning the Rose, she once again pricked the man, harder this time. He just quietly picked up his stuff and left, without a word.
This left Rose shaken, she knew she hurt the only True love she has every really felt. It was so foreign to her, she failed really to realize it and know fears it is gone forever. But the next morning the man returns, open his arrival he once again hears the crying. This time he finds the source of those tears, the Rose bush itself cry's, my dear why the sadness he asked, I hurt you, and feared you would not return, she mumbled. Why did you hurt me, im scared she said. Why I don't know, was her reply. So, then I slowly began to explain to her how he must cut back and remove the unwanted stuff, and that that is dead, to cause that which is good to grow. He told her some cuts maybe painful but must be done.
She paused and told him, she would agree and trust him, for he had shone her love all this time,
With each cut. She teared, but the tears became tears of joy, with each cut she became healthier, and stronger. So, this round of pruning was done, one must have time to heal and recover, for these cuts was deep, but necessary. to ensure growth where it is desired most. over time the Rose became something she never had envisioned, not physically or in any other way. One day again the rain came, and the puddle returned as if a mirror, but as the man approached, he heard something usually the sounds of singing. it was the Rose, what's this he asked, I feel happy, she said, why he asked, do you not see? See what he asked? I have Buds, flowers have started, i have never had flowers. This made the Rose happy, wait for a few days the man explained, and you will see the fruits of all your pain.
a few days later the man brings a mirror, for the rain had tried up the puddle. the man placed the mirror were the puddle had once was. and the Rose had opened her eyes, tears instantly flowed down her peddles. she was more beautiful than she could have ever imagined.
The deep velvety red color with hints of black was most beautiful sight she had ever seen. silence gripped her. The man just sat and watched what he always had seen in his mind and heart. After a while the Rose spoke up, may i ask you a question? yes, the man answered. why? Why did you do this for me? why?
The man paused, sat back took a deep breath and said, Do you see the Sun Shining? yes, she answered, do you see the rain that falls? yes, she answered. well, he who created the sun, and the rain and the wind, blew my sails to you! because he knew you needed loved, so he sent me to you. silence was again cripped Rose. one day the man explained, i might not return, I don't know, but if not understand it's because my work her is done, and he who created the sun and rain blew my sails to another that also need love shone to them. Do You understand the man asked? Yes, she said, can you touch me again? please, yes, so the man once again touches the rose, this time her leaves held him and her peddles kissed his hand. After a few moments she said, for as long as he who created the sun and rain allows me to live, i will bloom in remembrance of your love for me, even if you are not here. And to this day that rose still blooms and all that sees it, admires the beauty of the Love Rose, a rose like no other.
by Emmett Speelman