Research Paper On Rosarian

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He has told me of the most wonderful tales. Of popping colors and stiflingly sweet senses. He grows his garden beneath the suns bright visage. He speaks to it like it can listen to the soothing sound of his voice. All his friends are plants and I wished that I could be one. All my friends have left and I wished that I could see them. I buy roses from him to leave at their feet. He's my rosarian from halfway down the street. Pouring himself into their unwavering beauty, always loyal to him as they go about their growing day to day to day. I have watched Rosarian for quite awhile questioning his reasoning and giving me a smile. Although as autumn slips away and winter sweeps in, I have found truth in the integrity of his actions. Roses are

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