In a garden far away from the world

Many flowers blossomed and bloomed

In the midst of all these nascent bulbs,

There was one who outshone them all.

A yellow rose, without any thorns.

One morning, a young boy came along

He admired the rose, and asked her:

“Rose, why do you not have thorns?

Don’t you see the world is dangerous?

Anyone can come and hurt you”

At her silence and misunderstanding,

The boy took her from the garden,

Promising to care for her.

He would never let her be hurt.

She would be his rose, he said.

When she was planted in her new home,

She blossomed brighter than ever before

She felt the care and love of her new caretaker.

Her petals grew larger, and she felt happy.

She was now the only rose in that garden.

As the months passed by, she felt lonely.

The boy stopped going to his garden,

One morning, as the rose questioned herself

She saw the boy carrying a dandelion around.

For the first time, she wept. Betrayed, abandoned.

The next morning, when she woke up, she saw the ground.

Her tears had wept petals, and her sorrows grew thorns.

She felt she was no longer special. Her caretaker had left.

She sat there weeping, petals falling and thorns growing.

After many tears, only one petal was left

She felt like she was worthless,

She was but one petal surrounded by thorns

No one would care for her. No one would see her.

She was all alone, in a foreign garden.

One morning, a little prince walked by that garden.

Seeing all the thorns, he wandered inside.

When he saw on top of the thorny vines,

Lie one yellow petal , the vestige of the rose that was.

In his innocence, he asked her

“Dear Rose, what has happened?

Who has done this to you?”

The rose said nothing, tightening the thorny vines

The Little Prince sat next to her, without touching her

He asked her “why do you not tell me, I will not hurt you”

You are just like the rest, a liar.

“There is a difference between all of us”

What could that possibly be?

“Well, just like not all flowers are the same,

not all people think the same way.”

“You see, in a far away land I learned,

it’s the time you spend on your Rose

that makes her so important.”

“Not all Roses are the same”

“When you have your Rose, that is your Rose.

When you domesticate your Rose,

You are responsible for her. “

“No matter how many flowers or roses you see,

That one is your Rose, and if you ever cared,

Then no matter how many roses you see

You will never hurt your Rose.”

“You are only one petal, and vines of thorns,

but you are still a Rose.

If someone who has not learned that, caused this,

then offer a chance to another who knows.”

“I cant promise you’ll be the same Rose as before,

but I will heal your thorns, and grow your petals.

You will be my Rose, and I will be yours too.

I cannot promise that no more petals will fall,

But as soon as they do, I will help you grow them.”

“There are many roses with all their petals out there,

but you are the only one who needs me.

Your one last petal, is the most beautiful of all.”

And reluctantly, the Rose lowered her thorny vines.

And the Little Prince hugged her.

He moved her away to his planet.

Where he cared for her, for all time that existed.

For he knew: He promised her she’d be his Rose.

And he knew, there’s nothing more beautiful than