ONE LONELY ROSE
In a land to far away from this world, but also to close to this world. Set deep in the mind of some child lived a family. It wasn't a make believe or real family, but it was all the same to the child who created it. The family had a Mother, Father, and nothering more. The couple loved like a couple should. In turn the world around them grew luscious with flowers and fruits. While hiking the Father came upon a field, he had never seen before. In the middle of the field grew one single red rose. Without thinking he plucked it and returned home to give it to his wife. He placed it in a vase and waited for her return from the garden. When she returned, she took in the site of the beautiful flower and tenderly kissed the man she loved. One year later they had one gorgeous baby daughter. By that time the rose had wilted and died. The baby grew and grew. By her eighteenth birthday she wanted a house of her own, so for a gift her father built her very own house by a lake. She was very happy with the house. She loved the scenery and went swimming often. She knew of the other people who lived around her. She visited one family very often, for she took a liking to the family’s oldest son. They were of the same age and got along quite well. A few years later when everything was quite luscious with flowers and fruits, the boy who you may now consider a man asked the girl who you may now consider a woman to marry him and she accepted. On that same day the man went hiking and found one rose in that same field his father in law found. He brought the rose and home and surprised his newly wedded wife with the red rose. She kissed him tenderly. In a few years they had a baby boy. The generations kept up the same pace for a very long time. Then there came a time where the child’s min in which this story was created began to fade not to see this world in her mind’s eye. Her imagination subsided into nothingness. The one thing that reminded her of this fairy tale land of her child like years was the one rose in that one field that she had not plucked, but visited every day. The rose doesn’t fade with her mind, but it fades with the woman’s years. As the woman gets older the flower sheds petals. The only way to save it is to start the world again, but in the child’s mind, this is not real or make believe, just a fragment of a dream never to come true. So the lonely rose site and waits and ages without concern because it has helped more than needed.
