There once was a rose
all thought to be black.
She came from bad soil,
which caused her brightness to lack.
She was all alone,
untended to by loving hands,
until one day to her
God did give a friend.
He placed right beside her,
a rose so white and pure.
The contrast was such that
all began to fear
that her bad soil would cause
his brightness to cease,
that the life of her friend
the darkness would seize.
But the opposite occurred
as the white rose brought out
the sun and good soil
to erase all doubt.
As the wind softly whispered
words of wisdom, knowledge, truth,
of her true identity
it soon revealed proof.
It proved to be gathered dust
on her petals that gave
the false impression that
the black rose could never be saved.
Now in the very same spot as before
two white roses stand.
Where is the black rose?
She has found a loving hand.
It proves her identity to be
filled with hope and pure.
The white rose brought with him
the wind,
which proved to be the cure.
Now together they take comfort
in a voice that soothes -
the wind’s soft whisper of
wisdom, knowledge, truth.