A ROSE WHO ROSE
A ROSE WHO ROSE
The first thing to transverse our minds when we see a Rose flower is the delicateness of its beauty. The fragility which the bursts of the nourished red petals hold amazes us and our sub-consciousness dominates our soul with the spirit of protectiveness which directs our instincts to protect the blooming effervescence.
Until the thorns prick and we bleed the same deep shade of red similar to that of the enchanting petals. This reminds us instantly that such a delicate thing could wield the power to make us cower. It opens our minds to the reality that fragility when properly guarded is indeed a weapon worth sheathing.
It doesn’t stop there, if anything, we adore the exclusivity of the flower a little bit more as we appreciate its ability to thrive and survive trials and tribulations of growing in the harshness of all seasons past, while at the same time, falling under a silhouette of its natural protective spikes.
When next you are fortunate enough to see a Rose in all of its glory, refrain from pealing its thorns for the beauty you behold is made possible because of their shield.
So is every human with a good heart in the world. Instead of seeking to taste in their wealth of fruitfulness, be the water that ensures they never run dry of nourishments.
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