A
rose is the perfect world. On a spring morning it is a tight little bud covered with
sweet smelling dew. Like that first spring day, that first as a child, that you notice
spring, and first sense that something great is coming.
A
rose is the perfect world. On a spring morning it is a tight little bud covered with
sweet smelling dew. Like that first spring day, that first as a child, that you notice
spring, and first sense that something great is coming.
As the rose slowly unfolds a petal at a time, so does life expose us to another year. Each year adding to the incredible journey of life and each petal adds to the roses complexity and reveals more of its hidden beauty.
The trick with both is not to look away, or the rose has exposed all its petals and life is gone.