Dearest Bluebird,I am writing this to you, dancing in the morning sun on the edge of the old oak tree. As a humble wild Rose, I rarely get to travel, so I wanted to thank you for bringing the world to me. Your beautiful, melodious song this morning was the perfect accompaniment to the dew on my petals.....
often watch you soar high into the blue expanse, and I wonder what it feels like to glide on the wind. When you tell me tales of distant forests, sparkling rivers, and tall mountains, my roots feel a little less stationary. You are the messenger of the sky, bringing whispers of faraway places to a flower rooted in one spot. you for visiting me every morning and for dancing around me before you begin your search for food. Your presence adds a wonderful energy to my life, helping me feel connected to the vast, living world outside this garden. Sometimes, when you rest on my stem, I feel the trust you place in me, which I promise to reward with my softest fragrance and deepest colors.....Let us keep this garden a living symphony of color and song. I will keep blooming, and you keep singing.
With love and sunlight,
Your Garden Rose