The Night of the Rose

For days, the rosebud was preparing her great moment: the blooming. She has grown atop of a beautiful rosebush that was leaning against a solemn tree, in a peaceful corner of the vast garden. Her mother was constantly encouraging her, yet the young flower was full of doubts about her appearance.

 She had checked tens of times her silky petals, her perfect inner swirl and the little bouquet of golden stamens, ready to spread their magic dust. All looked fine and in perfect order, yet the rosebud was not ready for the next step.

-My child, you’re beautiful, believe me!-her mother told her each day. Don’t wait too long or you’ll miss the chance…Your sisters are already prepared for opening. One more day and they will overshadow you!

-Yes, Mom. I know….I will be ready, you’ll see!

  The Mother Rose sighed and shook her head; this little girl of her proved to be a peculiar one.

“Oh, well! Maybe tomorrow…”-she thought and spread her deep crimson collar of sweet scented petals. A bright colored butterfly landed gracefully on the crimson rim and seeped a pearl of dew, leaving behind a kiss.

-So what takes you so long? –asked the boisterous summer wind, playfully pinching the blushing rosebud. Your older sisters opened instantly under my touch.

-I…I’m not ready yet-whispered the rosebud, while her color turned a darker shade of red.

-Oh, you’re such a Diva!-laughed the wind and flew away, scattering a bunch of butterflies on his way.

  The rosebud suppressed a small tear and hid behind her lustrous emerald leaf.

“I’ll be ready tomorrow….tomorrow…maybe…”-she repeated the chant in her mind.

She spent the day under the cover of the leaves, waiting for the cooling night. As the sun dropped behind the high trees, the night embraced the land, filling each and every corner with velvety darkness and soft sounds. The rosebud leaned against the tree, cuddling inside the cradle of leaves and fell asleep. Floating on the waves of dreams, she felt a light touch on her face.

-Hello, beautiful!-chirped a tiny, crystal clear voice. Are you sleeping?

The rosebud woke up and turned towards the source of the voice. It was a delicate firefly, sitting in her cupped leaf, all smile and sizzling light.

-I was following you for days-said the firefly, with a bow. I have hoped that you won’t open till tonight.

The rosebud was startled.

-Why were you waiting for me? What’s so special tonight?

The firefly jumped in the air with a sudden swoosh and his glow spread around like shooting stars. He flied in complicated rolls and tumbles in the air, closing and touching with the lucent tip the rosebud. She was mesmerized and watching his flickers and shimmers, she didn’t realize that her petals were slowly uncoiling, opening one by one, gradually releasing the fresh, fruity scent held in her core. The darkness of the garden filled with radiant, glowing, twinkling, floating fireflies…Even the Moon up in the skies was hiding behind a thin veil of clouds to leave the magic of this moment unfold.

  Finally, the little firefly stopped on the leaf and looked at the rose.

-You are as beautiful as I have imagined! You are the most wonderful rose of the entire garden…

  The rose blushed and spread her crown of crimson red. The little stamens popped and the soft rain of gold dust fell like a mist on the little firefly, dressing him in a magic cloak. He rose in the air, kissed the rose and delved into the night where his family and friends were waiting for him. Up, on the top of the gripping bush, the most beautiful rose was basking in the moonlight….

 

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