As he trudged through the
snow, lonesome
and weary
having no special place to
go, the rose
was quietly waiting
from the depths of ground below.
Dare he proceed without caution,
and let the beauty of the
rose
become the ruler within
but the rose was such a
challenge,
he dare not pass it by,
for only her beauty was in
the view from his eyes.
For the rose upon the snow
was beauty that lay upon the
ground.
Such tenderness within her,
soft petals all around,
the wolf was amazed that in
the snowy blanket
such a rose could be found.
He paced around the rose
waiting for
his prey
to make a sound or movement
on that cold winter day,
then the wolf lay down beside
her
upon the snowy ground.
His sense of protection was
gathered all
around.
His warmth surrounded her,
but the rose lay quietly
within the blanket of snow for
bound by
the roots beneath her she
had no place
to go.
Beauty in the forest wild
reaching for
the sun
she feared that her beauty
was soon to
be outdone
for even with the warmth and
protection
the wolf who
laid beside her in the snow
the rose would not be able to live
beneath the snow.
But the wolf stayed beside her
through all the storms and wind
for the rose had stirred
something in
his heart
and he felt warmth from deep within.
When the storms of winter passed
and warmth was in the ground,
the rose continued to grow
because of the warmth from
the wolf she
had found.
His beauty lay within him
and his protection had in part
let the rose beneath the snow
gather winter warmth from his heart.
Among the wilderness of imagination
this story has no end
because it is about a love
that can only
grow from deep within. Be it a wolf and a rose in the snow or two people that love each other and need to say ...
