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Where The White Rose Blooms
The single white rose captured the old gardener's attention, He lovingly cared for it, like it was his own grand-daughter, The roses were just like family and friends in his eyes, He gave them bright sunshine, and plenty of fresh water. He had always planted roses in reds, yellows, and pinks, Yet, it was the one white rose that he favored most, The old gardener admired it's innocence and elegance, A quality that the other roses just could not boast. This precious rose was pure white, like new fallen snow, Which only a cold, late November day could bring, It's delicate petals were soft to the finger's touch, Similar to that of a feather, in an angel's wing. The old gardener was perplexed and astonished, Only this rose bloomed through spring, summer, and fall, Each of the other roses had withered months ago, The frost and cold weather did not affect it at all. With a smile, the old gardener took one last look, Unknowingly, death would soon come without warning, After he had settled down for a nap in his chair, He drew his last breath, later on that morning. His funeral was held on the very next day, Loving words were spoken, as he was laid to rest, His grand-daughter approached, with tears in her eyes, As she placed the single white rose upon his chest. The cemetery was a quiet and peaceful place, Where family and friends gathered to remember, A gentle snow began to fall upon the casket lid, Brightening the gloom on this final day of November. The old gardener's soul departed from this earth, Lead away by a choir of angels, on delicate wings, Then on through the pearly gates of heaven's garden, Where the white rose still blooms, in eternal springs. November 25th, 2013
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