The Rose

From far away you cannot see

The park                           

Or

The snow

Or

The bench.

The world seems so blank,

Like a canvas yet untouched by paint,

Lying in wait for its splash of color.

The world is white.

But-

If you get closer,

You will see

That

In the middle of the bench

There is a rose.

The single

Red

Rose

Bathes the white world in all of its glory.

And the one girl

Who had a terrible night

And who woke up with a sadness in her heart that seemed too big to bear-

It is she who will find the rose.

She will pick it up

And smell it

And press it to her chest.

In this white world,

Someone left a rose for her to find.

She knows not who,

Or why,

Only that the rose has changed her day.

And so,

She will place it back down and

Walk

Off,

Leaving the kindness of a

Single

Red

Rose

To comfort others in this canvas of a world.