The Rose Field

            There were thousands upon thousands of roses in the field, swaying in the wind in unison. They formed a red sea of flowers, amazing for their fragrance and beauty and marvelous for their extravagance. The flowers were extremely pretty to behold and were remarkable and amazing for how wonderful they looked, felt, and smelled. The roses were extremely beautiful and reminded me that life can be so enchanting and lovely at times, yet so sad and depressing at others. The rose field was amazing for its uniform nature, splendor, and remarkably exquisite nature. The roses varied in size and shape but all were some shade of red, thorny, and divine in awe and placement. The roses were extremely enticing to behold and invited you as if a giant hand was in the sky waiting to hold your hand and walk there. The roses were extremely amazing and marvelous to see and looked like a giant ocean of red. The roses were extremely pretty, each one like a symbol of God’s providence and care for mankind. The roses were a show of God’s love for us and reminded us that God loves us after all and through all our years of heartache and pain his love is visible on Earth.

The roses were beautiful, mysterious, and enchanting. I walked to the edge of the field and reminded myself that although they were beautiful, the thorns on their stems were dangerous and could make you bleed if you pricked your finger on one. I grabbed a rose carefully and smelled a most inviting and awesome fragrance that reminded me of the perfumes that were displayed in the mall. The roses in the field were remarkably beautiful and full of diversity in shape, size, and color, to a degree. I grabbed another rose and kept it in a plastic bag I was keeping and was amazed at how perfectly it fit in my bag. I went home, took it out, and inspected the rose closely. It was perfectly blood red, had thorns all along its stem, and was beyond comparison in smell and texture of the petals. The petals were so beautiful and were a delight to feel as the petals added texture and a geometric touch to the rose’s appearance. I loved being at home and experiencing the lovely and wonderful presence of the rose I brought.

The rose was extremely amazing for its life-giving properties and was remarkable for its lovely smell and aroma. I loved the rose because it was like a fragment of God’s creation was in my house, filling my living room and dining room with beauty, magic, and love. The rose was extremely beautiful and reminded me that such wonder and joy could come from something that didn’t cost economically anything at all. The rose was extremely beautiful and made me feel right at home with its inviting and lovely presence. The rose was amazing because it made me feel happy and joyous because of its lovely appearance and wondrous fragrance. I loved the rose and I believe it loved me. It loved me because it thought that I was its protector, owner, and caregiver. In a way, I was because I cherished the rose’s remarkable and unique presence in my life. Giving life to the rose was like giving life to a piece of nature’s irreplaceable beauty and making my own life filled with comforts and joys. The rose was marvelous to see and stunning for its intrinsically lively nature. The rose was amazing for being so wonderful and made me feel like my existence was better because of its wonderful properties. 

I went outside of my house and saw more flowers, some pink, some yellow, and others orange. I loved the flowers and how wonderful and amazing they were because of their hues, brilliance, and amazing shape. To me, flowers represented life itself, the beauty of a living organism presenting itself to us in a simple and inviting way. The flowers were extremely lovely to experience and see and they formed a cacophony of colors that showed how wonderful and amazing our lives could be if we just stopped every once in a while and saw. The rose I had at home made me realize that life was extremely precious and beautiful and its presence was extraordinarily beautiful. I love looking at flowers because they are geometrically amazing, full of life, and dazzling in display. Flowers are like a symbol of God’s love on Earth, showing how much he cares for us and how much he enjoys our presence. God loves us because we are valuable to him. Flowers are a reminder of his omnipresence, that he is everywhere. The rose I had at home was a reminder that God loves us and that his love is everywhere, like a rainbow of beauty shimmering down on us. Roses are a symbol of life. 

I went upstairs in my house to my bedroom where I felt like my day was going great and I got to keep a rose from the rose field. I was so grateful that I was able to keep something so valuable and amazing that it made me feel like I gained some meaning in my life. The rose was amazing for its beauty, color, size, shape, and petals, that made me feel like it was a living, breathing, thing. I was so grateful that I was also able to see the other flowers outside being of many different colors like pink and orange. The flowers were so amazing because they reminded me of life’s diversity, life’s beauty, and how sometimes surprises come at us like an unexpected visitor to our homes. The rose and the flowers I saw outside were examples of the beautiful and lovely nature that God made for mankind and how lovely and wonderful our lives can be. The rose was like a person, unique, special, and precious. The other flowers symbolized diversity. I had a wonderful day.