“ The First Red Rose “

“ Grandfather why are there so many roses of different colors.”

There is an old, old story of love and roses from a land some still call Araby.It was carved into a relief of arabesque design. And told in one of the oldest dialects of those who follow the Arabic language.

It is said that the first Nightingales could not sing. Until one day a male Nightingale came upon a rose, and in those days all of the roses were white. It says he stuck his beak deep into the heart of a white rose, breathing in its scent. And becoming so intoxicated by its scent, that it forgot about its thorns. And while squeezing with all its might, it pushes a thorn through its feathers, piercing its heart. And in its final breaths, it cried in a song of its love, and of the beauty of the rose.

The White Rose was shaken by the beauty of its dying melody, that it drank up all of its blood from the Earth. Changing its color such a deep and luscious red. That all of the other roses became filled with envy. And as knowledge of the love and sacrifice of the first Nightingale to sing that all of the other Nightingales drawing upon a strength they did not know they had, and they began repeating the first love song. And Roses all over the land of Araby and drawing from everything in the soil. Created every color of rose we have today, including the Black Rose. There is only one place in all of this world…