Friend

As I walked along through the field, not knowing or suspecting what I might find, I saw a rose growing all alone.

I had seen many roses in my life, but none like this. It was special, unique, a creative thought from the mind of God.

It had petals of the darkest red. So red that when I closed my eyes I could still see it. Its stem was made of pure gold and glittered in the sunlight. It was smooth and without thorns.

I knew right away it was a rare find. Something that some people never experience or know in their lifetimes.

It was too beautiful to pick and stood out among all of its surroundings. Its roots were strong and everything about it was good. It glowed.

I wanted to know," why me?" Why was I the one to find this treasure of the earth. Was it only by chance?

"You are lucky, lucky indeed," I said.

I returned each day to see the dark red rose with the stem of gold. It had become something special to me, a friend… A true friend.