For this story to really work, you gotta listen to this song while reading it. I did so when presenting this story to my speech class and it made a few cry, including myself.
There once was a magnificent rose garden that bloomed in my grandmother's garden each year. It was the largest of it's kind and the most beautiful.
There was a small rose petal who grew on this plant. He was small yet pure. But he was not content with what he lived upon. He often stared out into the world, wondering what was the true meaning of life. He became reclusive from his family's activities and eventually became mute.
One day, his mother, a boundless red rose, took notice of this and confronted her dearest petal.
"My youngest and purest child. What troubles you so?" She asked in such a blessed voice.
The petal looked at his mother wearily and said in sorrow filled tone, "I am lost, mother. I do not believe that I should exi