In
a far off land, near the end of a long trail, stands Rose Pointe
Hill. Rose Pointe Hill itself was not known for its opulent
beauty, however it does reside next to a majestic stream. On
the far side of the stream grew the most aromatic and
beautiful white roses, while on the side closest to Rose
Pointe Hill grew the most stunning and magnificent red roses.
As the seasons changed nature would
take its course and the roses would wither away in the fall
only to come back in the spring more beautiful and bountiful then before.
One year something strange occurred.
For on the far side of the stream one red rose appeared among
the white roses and on the other side one white rose appeared
amongst the sea of red roses.
Some say it was a fluke. Others
believe that they were destined to be together, not apart. For
they were separated by circumstance - not by choice.
The Legend of Rose Pointe Hill
reminds us that no matter the struggle or the sacrifice,
nothing can separate that which is meant to be together.