The wild roses are just beginning to bloom, the white in full bloom and the rose not quite yet to open.
The Moss Rose
~ by Leonore E. Mulets
(with a few adaptations by me)
Here's a sweet story to tell for summer. It's appropriate for children of all ages, including the wee littles. It's about Mother Nature and a wild rose. It's easy to imagine the larks and humming-birds coming to visit. For the young child, the world is alive and the notion that Mother Nature might talk to her flower children is quite natural, that's what mothers do!
The Moss Rose
~ by Leonore E. Mulets
(with a few adaptations by me)
Once upon a time a little pink wild rose bloomed by the wayside. To all who passed her way she threw out a delicate perfume and nodded in kindly welcome.
The larks and the humming-birds all loved the pink wild rose. The baby grasses and the violets snuggled up at her feet in safety. To all she was kind and sweet and helpful.
One day Mother Nature passed that way. She saw the gentle wild rose sending out her helpful cheer to all. Mother Nature was pleased.
She stopped a moment on her way to speak to the simple flower. She praised the wild rose for her sweetness and her beauty and her kindness. At last she promised her her choice of all the beautiful things that were in the store of Nature.
The pink wild rose blushed quite scarlet at the praise. For a moment she stopped to think.
"I should like," said the wild rose, blushing more and more, "I should like to have a cloak from the most beautiful thing you can think of."
Mother Nature looked down at her feet. She stooped. She arose and threw about the blushing pink rose a mantle of the softest, greenest, most beautiful moss.
Mother Nature passed on her way.
The sweet rose by the roadside drew her mantle of moss closely about her and allowed it to trail down the stem. She was very happy. She was never again to be called the simple wild rose, but in her heart she knew that her beautiful mossy mantle would only help her in spreading sweetness and kindness and beauty and the perfume of happiness through Mother Nature's world.
With a snip, snap, snout, my tale's told out!
The larks and the humming-birds all loved the pink wild rose. The baby grasses and the violets snuggled up at her feet in safety. To all she was kind and sweet and helpful.
One day Mother Nature passed that way. She saw the gentle wild rose sending out her helpful cheer to all. Mother Nature was pleased.
She stopped a moment on her way to speak to the simple flower. She praised the wild rose for her sweetness and her beauty and her kindness. At last she promised her her choice of all the beautiful things that were in the store of Nature.
The pink wild rose blushed quite scarlet at the praise. For a moment she stopped to think.
"I should like," said the wild rose, blushing more and more, "I should like to have a cloak from the most beautiful thing you can think of."
Mother Nature looked down at her feet. She stooped. She arose and threw about the blushing pink rose a mantle of the softest, greenest, most beautiful moss.
Mother Nature passed on her way.
The sweet rose by the roadside drew her mantle of moss closely about her and allowed it to trail down the stem. She was very happy. She was never again to be called the simple wild rose, but in her heart she knew that her beautiful mossy mantle would only help her in spreading sweetness and kindness and beauty and the perfume of happiness through Mother Nature's world.
With a snip, snap, snout, my tale's told out!
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Thank you so much for sharing this sweet story, I'm going to work on telling it to my children. You always seem to come up with the best stories. Thanks heaps!
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