This is another true story of a rose bush I found in the woods in my youth. A story of no matter how bleak things look that life can surprise you and against all odds something can make it. I hope you all enjoy it even if it's a bit silly. I'll also post a picture of my little rose as it is now :)
There once was a boy who lived alone on a hill.
Who went walking through the forest on a mission to feel.
He came across a lonely rose bush growing wild amongst the trees.
He said "hello old soul, would you like to have a home with me ?"
He cut a single branch and took back to his castle.
'Twas only a foot long, he put it in the earth and gave it a shower.
A harsh winter came that year and the boy hung his head.
For he'd be lonely once more, he feared his friend dead.
But one spring day he walked out, still feeling alone.
Looked down at the ground and saw a little rose.
Against all odds this once forgotten little thing.
Fought through the cold and made it, you see.
They grew together until the boy became a man.
And his friend the rose grew into the prettiest plant.
Two lost souls once out of place watching each other as they grew.
No longer alone on that hill, for now there were two.
