WEAVING of the
The Frog and the Rose - Page 1
A rose shone brightly within a lush garden. She was pink and lovely
with the blush of new awareness upon the tops of each petal. Her shiny,
emerald green leaves awaited the dew each morning, and the blessed
rest of the evening; both warm and cool could she enjoy.
The rose awoke gladly each morning, stretching and sending her gentle
fragrance in all directions. She watched the sun travel across the sky,
and thought of how happy he must be, to be so full and giving. She thought
also of her friends the clouds, who hid the light only to pour down
sweet rain from the heavens.
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