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MY BEAUTIFUL ROSE

While on my journey through life, I came across a place that was no longer familiar to me. It had grown and become commercially developed, losing most of its natural beauty.

While searching for a familiar sight or landmark I noticed a beautiful rose. It looked so out of place in those commercial surroundings, but it was evident that it was on familiar ground. Standing tall and in full bloom, its beauty was soothing to all my senses. It was at that precise moment I knew I wanted it for my very own.

My intention was to bring it home and transplant it in my surroundings. I would love and nurture it in a way it had never known before. Hopefully it would grow even more beautiful.

Bending over, I carefully uprooted the fragile rose from its familiar ground, trying to keep all its roots intact. Placing it at my side I made the journey back to my home doing everything possible to maintain the integrity of the rose. Although the entire journey only took a short time, the rose was beginning to show wear.

Immediately upon arriving home, I began the transplant. Nurturing the rose the best way I knew how, I did everything I possibly could to keep the roots alive and healthy. My attempt seemed to be working as the rose started to show signs of growth on its own. It was doing just fine but there was something different about its looks. It wasn't standing as tall as before; it seemed to sag as if it were sad and out of place. Was I doing something wrong? What could possibly be the problem? Was it something I could correct?

Then it came to me, I had taken the rose from the only place it had ever known and attempted to transplant it in a completely new environment. One that was not only unfamiliar to it but totally different in every way than its place of origin, the place it called home.

Reluctant to return the rose, I knew if I didn't it would soon wilt and die. Maybe the nourishment I gave it wasn't sufficient or perhaps it could not survive outside its own environment.

I knew at that point that I should have never attempted to move the rose because it was never mine to begin with and it would never be. I still love the rose with all my heart and miss it so, but I would rather see it in all its beauty, growing where it belonged, then to see it wilt and die with me.

It troubles me to say that this Beautiful Rose is you my love.

Sleep well my friend wherever you may be-----YmiRon

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