Black Roses

"o my child,
who are you?"
"Not sure Father,"
the child replied, "How about you?"
"You will know as soon as me, you see?"
"Go to the garden for a dozen black roses please."
"Not sure what you mean but I will go see."
SO around the garden the young child,
flew.
Finding no black roses only blue.
Seven boots,
a dirty left shoe,
a chicken,
cow,
the old billy goat too.
He searched from the garden,
into the town.
Looking around,
but no roses to be found.
Into the woods,
meadows,
and plains.
No roses seen hear,
a butterfly,
sundial
and otter.
they would never return to their father,
hands plain and clean.
they searched the ocean,
the brook,
the stream.
Next into cities,
mountains,
volcanoes.
They managed all the way back,
to the home again.
"Just.. These.. sir.."
They panted.
As They presented all of the findings at once.
The Father laughed,
"Search harder child harder."
"I've searched everywhere-"
He said with a start.
"Everywhere but here."
And the father and magician pulled the roses straight from the young child's heart.