Once upon a time, there was a rose. So pure so beautiful so full of light. Blooming so bright. Until one day there was a mean gardner and he wanted that rose so bad he didn’t know how to have it. So one morning he went out the garden and pulled the rose out. He pulled her out of the ground, he pulled her out of her roots, he pulled her out from the dirt, he pulled her out from the sunlight, her pulled her out from the rain, he pulled her out from the air she needs he pulled her out from her home.

The rose cried and cried that night and the rose closed her petals up so tight and prayed to the Earth just go back home to grow. The mean gardner had saw what he did after he pulled the rose out and did not realize what he did but it made the gardner feel so good, so in control. Laughing at Earth. So he replanted the rose back in the garden so she can have her beauty, her scent, her glow back.

He waited  and waited and waited then one morning, he had looked out his window and there was the rose growing and blooming all over again. The mean gardener ran outside with a cup of water to feed her and caress her and tell the rose it will be okay trust me.

The rose finally bloomed back weeks later. The mean gardener ran back outside like a little boy in a candy store and pulled the rose out of the garden again and ran into the house. He sat there pealing my petals off one by one, the gardener broke off all the thorns, the gardner then when he was done, the gardner split my stem in half, The rose was so broken and broken and broken all her life and never had the chance to regrow again. She just died and died over and over and prayed so hard for Earth to save the rose.

The mean gardener got tired of replanting me and pulling me out over and over he saw that the rose was dying, so he threw the rose out not realizing what the rose needs to survive. Water, dirt, air, sunlight, beauty, love.

So many thorns pulled, so many petals picked and stem constantly broken, the rose laid there dead just praying to feel that dirt again and that water besides the tears, just wanting to be beautiful again full of light. The rose feels a drop on her petal but doesn’t do nothing about it because its all her tears, the rose just wants to not bloom more. she opens up her petals and sees the sun shining, she tries to put her bandage back around the stem that has been broken so much and she looks up at the sky, The rose sees the sun, feels the mist of water on her petals, the ground is getting sticky and moist, it feels so good to put my stem in, Then it starts raining and pouring the rose did not know what was going on she scared so scared. The lightning, the thunder, the breeze was so good so amazing, the rose forced her stem in to the ground and opened up her beautiful petals and bandaged up her thorns and put them together. It was so hard but she did it.

The rain just kept coming and coming, The rose was growing and growing, Please earth don’t ever let it stop raining, A rose needs a water like the water needs us. The rose is scared still thinking what if it stops raining?



I am the rose and you are my rain, I will die again with out the rain. please don’t stop ranging. I am not the best good looking rose I am broken and I need the rain. Rain is the best friend the best survival for that rose to grow again.