There. Over there is the garden. Encased in shrubery. Lightly sun kissed. It called the girl. She listened. Skipping. She skipped toward the garden. She entered through its gates. A leaf-strewn path welcomed her. Fresh Gardenias, Peonies, and Daisies. They all greeted her. They all called her toward them, the rose bush most compelling. Skipping. She skipped toward the rose bush. The roses hugged and caressed the girl. The girl hugged and caressed the roses. A gleam of light ran across her eye. She looked at her bottom right. Steel. A steel door. This door didn't call. It beckoned, yelled, pulled, enticed. She pulled open the latch and fell inside. She landed on a surprisingly soft bed of flowers. Roses to be specific. She spotted a tall woman. Dark chocolate hair cascaded down her shoulders. Her skin tinged with chlorophyll. Her irises were deep blood red and laced with gold. The Rose Queen. She emanated mystical coldness. "I'm sorry." she whispered. She flicked her finger upwards. The roses grew thorn-ridden vines. They enveloped around the girl. They punctured her. She screamed out of pain and fright, but she kept fighting. "HELP! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" the girl cried. "Anything?" the Queen whispered "Anything!" the girl said. All of a sudden, a golden sword floated in midair. She took it with her only free hand. She began to slash away at the vines. She finally was able to climb out of the bush. "Thank you." the girl said to the Queen. A soft tear came down the Rose Queen's cheek. "I'm so sorry." she said Before the girl can ask why, the Queen began to dissolve into a green sparkling light. The only thing left was the sparkling light. The girl gasped. The light went directly inside of her. She fell to the ground and screamed. Her hair turned dark brown. Her skin became tinged with chlorophyll. She grew taller. The little bit of blood she had left went to her irises. Gold began to lace up ###### ### irises. A new bush grew with new colorful roses. She stood up and sat on a newly developed golden throne. A new Rose Queen has been born.
"Give me time and give me space.
Give me real, don't give me fake.
Give me strength, reserve control
Give me heart and give me soul
Give me time, give us a kiss.
Give me one, cause one is best.
In confusion, confidence.
Give me peace of mind and trust.
Don't forget the rest of us.
Give me love over this." ~Chris Martin