Lone Rose

A lone rose sprouts amongst a forrest of weeds
This rose sprouts just a little bit taller, just a little brighter 
And is forced to live it’s entire life staring down at the group of weeds
As they grow together, the rose is left to grow alone
The rose is seen as an outcast in this forest
The weeds live together and whisper about the rose
They laugh about the redness of this rose and it’s strange shape
Nobody will go near the rose on account of it being a freak
This rose is just too different to ever be included in the lives of the weeds
So the rose is left to just observe the games of the weeds
Until one day a man walks into the forest
He is holding hands with a blue eyed woman
The man walks over to the weeds that surround the lone rose and kneels down
The weeds all flex their muscles, showing off to this new couple
The rose sulks alone, knowing he can never be loved
He can never be loved like the weeds can be loved
But the strangest thing happens
The man reaches for the rose and plucks him away from the forest of weeds
He lifts it up the woman whose blue eyes fill with joy
She lifts the rose to her nose and inhales its aroma
“It’s beautiful!"