"I'll call you 'Rose'"

Once upon a time, there was the Sun.

While on the earth, grew a creeper

Too small, a little green

And compared to others, a whole lot weaker.

Everyday, the Sun gave His light

And the little vine grew thicker.

It took in water and ignored its plight

Amongst the towering, mighty Firs.

As it gained strength, a playful child

Came and laid a stone against its sides.

Laughing at it being defiled

And then walked away with great pride.

Struggling as it could, the little vine tried

To reach the Sun with her great burden.

However she might, however she cried

She seemed lost, alone and broken.

But one day, a Gardener came

And removed the heavy load.

He built around her a mainframe;

A trellis, new earth- her new abode.

He watered her and looked after her constantly-

This Father with many children.

Tender and loving and oh so kindly,

She strengthened under His givin'.

Under His care she stood up straight

And learnt to love that playful little boy.

The stone that he laid against her helped create

The weight at her roots and now brought her much joy.

"I'll call you 'Rose'" One of the Gardener's sons said,

Even as she was nothing but leaves and twigs and vine.

It gave her a promise- to look ahead;

And with His words she chose to align.

One day she discovered, a couple had gathered.

To pause and stop and stare.

"Oh she's beautiful!" the lady whispered

"Her fragrance fills the air!"

That was when she realised 

That her dreams had now come true.

The little vine, once despised

Now was something new.

Raising her head towards her Sun,

She was thankful with what she chose.

True enough, as was said by the Son,

In His time, she had become that Rose.