There is a little rose
Dark once she was
Closed up so tight
Wouldn't let in the sun light
Held on to the darknesss with all her might
In the garden she did sit
Waiting to rot to bits
Along came a gardener
She looked at this little rose
"Oh my this won't do
This little rose must bloom"
So she pruned away some weeds
Gave the little rose some water
And nourishing food
Letting in small pieces of the suns rays
Bit by bit
Day by day
The gardener brought by other gardener's
To prune and strip away the weeds and thorns
That choked and cloaked the little rose in darkness
More and more
Each day
The little rose's shell cracked
Here and there
Turning from black
To a brilliant purple
Gently her petals unfurled
Almost to a full bloom now
Here the little rose stands

stand as tall as you can little rose bloom with all your might

That was just AWESOME that actually brought tears to
my eyes. This one has more meaning to it than most will
every know. For you are that little ROSE and the gardners
are all those that read your words of beauty and give there
responses. These are the things that have brought this ROSE
into the sunlight. :)

When I wrote this, I knew with the first line it was me,and you are all
my gardeners, thank you for pulling away the weeds and letting in the
sunlight so that I may bloom. I am standing tall now :)

CCP, gave me chill bumps...you are such an inspiration to me...I am
honored to be able to read your words and watch you as you allow the
sunlight allow you to blossom. You are beautiful inside and out, don't
ever let the darkness consume you again!

SCG