Way up stream in the Calico creak, where the tall grass grew and the wild flowers were starting to bloom in this time of spring, there was a rose.This special rose was not the color red, nor pink, or yellowish cream colored. Not even the white type a bride throws to her ladies at the end of a wedding.This amazing rose was an astonishing shade of a rich dark blue.
This blue rose was rare and most beautifully elegant in the time of dawn, morning, and early afternoon, when the sun was making its journey to the sky, souring a top a forest of pine. The petals of blue rose were as soft as a stick of butter. Its stem had 7 red thorns with orangey tips. The top of the blue rose was sprinkled with droplets of dew every morning as if you were sprinkling a cupcake and a pretty spider web circled it like a winter’s coat. Its fragrance smelled of pine and mint.
Lovely sight!
This blue rose was rare and most beautifully elegant in the time of dawn, morning, and early afternoon, when the sun was making its journey to the sky, souring a top a forest of pine. The petals of blue rose were as soft as a stick of butter. Its stem had 7 red thorns with orangey tips. The top of the blue rose was sprinkled with droplets of dew every morning as if you were sprinkling a cupcake and a pretty spider web circled it like a winter’s coat. Its fragrance smelled of pine and mint.
Lovely sight!
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