The Rose and the Wind

She was a beautiful, gentle rose. Her petals felt like the purest of silk and evenly matched the dark red color of blood. Her stem seemed as tall as a skyscraper and as green as the grass she grew in. But yet... no one would pick her. No one expect the wind. He was one the who could possibly end up picking her. Because she was his beautiful red rose. HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, READERS!