Sometimes there are roses

1000-2000 word contest entry

Sometimes there are roses 

In the garden, in the far corner, lays a beautiful flowerbed. On the canvas of the flowerbed there are multiple colors. The vibrant blues of the violets are shaded with the pinks and reds of the chrysanthemums. These are accented with the yellow tulips and white Daisy's hidden among the purple of the lilacs. The smells from the gorgeous flowers waft across the garden, filling the Gardner's nose with the cherry smell. The winds rustles the flowers in their tangled solitude as their world remains calm, unaffected by the land outside their home of brown dirt. 

But sometimes there are roses 

Among the light pastel colors grow a vibrant shoot of red. It sparkles, almost out of place among the other flowers. Its petals shades have two hidden meanings, that of charisma and passion and that of blood and war. The bloody red rose overshadows the brilliant violets and shining chrysanthemums. It covers the beautiful tulips, recognizable daisies and wonderful lilacs. It destroys their vibrance and decreases their beauty. It haunts the other flowers, making the bed duller. The flowerbed effects the garden, making it 
Somber 
Sader 
Decrepit 
The Gardner frowns at the bloody rose, sad that their flowerbed has been ruined. The Gardner shakes their head, sad to pluck such a beautiful flower but they are still able to be so cruel to the roses and plucks out all the roses leaving the flowerbed it disarray, making it 
Ugly 
Dark. 

Some roses shine with the red of passion. It brightens the vivacious violets and glowing chrysanthemums. It strengthens the gorgeous tulips, delightful daisies and luscious lilacs. It makes the garden seem 
Brighter 
Lighter 
Happier 
The garden shines happier, lightening the world around it making it much brighter than it would have been had the passionate rose not splashed its color on the other flowers; spreading charismatic color. But the Gardner plucks the rose, leaving an unhealable hole in the flowerbed and the flowers cry for the passionate red rose, wanting it to come back and splash its red upon them. 

“Don't be silly.” Scolds the frowning Gardner. “I want you to be normal, to be average, look at your neighbor just like them. Be too bright and the rest of the garden is overshadowed. Stay quiet stay the same. The violets will be blue, the chrysanthemums pink, the tulips yellow, the daisies white and the lilacs purple. Don't overshadow the garden.” 

The Gardner finds another rose for the flowerbed but this one they tame, dulling it color before it can mature. It makes the flowerbed 
Dull 
Monotonous 
Boring 

The Gardener doesn't understand. “The rose is being naughty again.” Says the gardener. “Its ruining the flowerbed just like the other roses. I need to get rid of it.” And the Gardner plucks the rose believing the rose is the root of the problem. The Gardner calls the rose, 
“Ugly.” 
“Useless.” 
“Waste of space.” 
They destroy the rose with their words and then destroy them with their hands. 

The Gardner pulls out the rose and tells the flowerbed “no more roses.” They leave the flowerbed alone, no longer dull, no longer bright, no longer dark just simply a flower bed just as the Gardner said that they had intended it. The flowers look at the hole in their garden where the roses once stood. One had made them darker, one had made them brighter and one had made them boring. There was a hole in the flower’s hearts where the roses had grown. Growing 
With them 
Among them 
Together 

The gardener turns at the snapping sound to see the tulips stem bursting with little sharp knobs. The petals are twisting inwards, turning red and shining passionately. The daisies follow, snapping and cracking along with the lilacs, chrysanthemums, and violets. The Gardner steps over to the garden, astonished at what they're seeing. An unbelievable wave of red is growing in the flowerbed and away goes the blue and the pink and the yellows and whites and purples. The roses have taken over the garden. 

The Gardner sighs at the passionate flowerbed and watches as the garden brightens with the red. The Gardner walks away. 
“Let them do what they want.” They say. 
The flowers cheer and stand tall, proud to be bright red roses. Some of the roses are picked and made into bouquets some are used in vases, some in weddings, some on dates, and others stay in the flowerbeds. But eventually all flowers die and roses are no exception. And so, The Gardner smiles and pulls the dead roses out before the winter. 

The Gardner sighs. 
“No more roses.” They said contentedly. 
When the spring comes and Gardner fixes up his garden, replants the other beds, cleaning away the dead plants they didn't remove the winter before. The Gardner approaches the empty flowerbed. The Gardner sighs. “No roses this year.” They say. 

The flowers are planted and back come the 
Blue violets 
Pink and red chrysanthemums 
Yellow tulips 
White daisies and 
Purple lilacs 
There are a few wild roses but the Gardner is less quick to judge only uprooting the bloody roses. The Gardner becomes kinder, watching the roses, slightly wary of their growth. They're hopeful for a bright garden, with passionate flowers, watching and hoping. The Gardner takes time to smell the roses and watch as their bright passionate red spreads out into other gardens and other plants. 

Sometimes you’re The Gardner, judging to quickly and breaking and uprooting the passionate roses, destroying their bright vibrant colors, leaving them to shrivel and die. Sometimes you’re the rose growing and spreading your passion affecting all the flowers around you. And other times you’re the other flowers, looking up the shining roses, hoping for them to spread their color to you to make you better -- to make you more like them. Don't judge the roses before they bloom and show their true colors. Don't destroy the flowers around you. Watch and hope and spread your passionate color. 

Because sometimes there are roses.