Precious Tears

Once upon a time there was a sad rose and a happy butterfly living in a huge jungle..Although the jungle was so big, somehow this sad rose and the happy butterfly met one day. The butterfly was singing happily and dancing happily when he met the beautiful sad rose.Her sadness caught his attention..Her sadness captured him. Her sadness was poisoning..Her sadness was captivating him. He couldn't resist anymore her sad attraction..
There was something he didn't know: The sad rose was also captured by him, by his happy song. Yes she was captured by his happy song.
He flew around her every day singing and singing. He wasn't sure exactly why she was so sad. Who made her sad? What was causing her sadness everyday? Why was this beautiful rose in tears in most of her days in the jungle? Maybe it was because she didn't have a family? Maybe she didn't know how to breathe among the other flowers? She was crying maybe she had too many thorns? Actually day by day the butterfly was getting used to her mean thorns and he started even liking her with her thorns! Despite of her thorns she was loved by the poor happy butterfly.
Of course there was a cost for the precious little butterfly, for spending time with the sad rose and with her dangerous thorns..He was enchanted by the rose. While he was dancing around the rose, he was so enchanted by her beauty,her adorable smell and her captivating sadness that, he started crashing on her thorns...He crashed ones, he crashed twice, three times, on and on..he kept crashing on her thorns. Every time he crashed he bleeded. He bleeded severely..There was nothing that the sad rose could do about this. As long as she had those mean thorns, the butterfly was going to continue getting hurt. It was inevitable..inevitable...
The poor happy butterfly's happy song almost stopped. He was crying everyday..He was crying over his wounds, his bleeding wounds everyday..He was shedding his precious lovely tears everyday..He wasn't crying only for himself but also for the beautiful sad rose who couldn't leave her thorns. It was impossible for her.She was hurting herself too. Finally the butterfly lost his happy song. His eyes were about to dry up because of crying everyday. Her thorns were so hurtful so harsh for him to endure. However he didn't know that having thorns was more hurtful for the rose than him getting hurt by the thorns. He would run away from her thorns but she wouldn't run away from her own thorns. 
The little butterfly had started serious eye problems..So he went to a fairy doctor in the jungle. He said that he would like to be healed and have his eyes back and he said he didn't want to cry anymore. He said he didn't want to shed tears anymore. Never again. The fairy doctor looked at him carefully and said: " Are you sure? Are you sure that you really want to stop crying and have your tears back and start your happy song? I can make this happen for you but there is a consequence as a result: the minute you stop your tears the sad rose will die..She will certainly die. Your tears have healing power for your sad rose. Your tears heal her.Your tears are precious, your tears are strong, when she is weak your tears are strong. When you stop crying for her she will die.So are you ready to choose? Once you choose you can't go back. Your eyes or her life?"
The little butterfly wanted his healthy eyes and his happy song back so much but he remembered his little sad friend. Somehow he felt strong enough to go back to her , to continue to cry for her and to cry because of her. The cost he was paying was too high. He gave up on his eyes and his healing tears kept healing the sad rose everyday... A long time passed ...and one day a miracle happened: His tears had washed her thorns away.. She was free! She was free from her thorns. She didn't hurt her butterfly again. Not again. Little butterfly had his eyes back, his happy song back, his wounds from the thorns were healed. His happiness he gave up on had come back to him as his reward: A lovely happy rose .