Every season shows a different face, a different color, a different spirit….
Summer was a time of new beginnings, a time of creation and affection, a time which summoned the planting of the seed, deep with in the tender heart of earth, golden beams of light warmed it and the tears of heaven nourished it…. It grew.
Autumn was a peaceful time, the world wore a shimmering golden cloak bejeweled with hints of green and brown, tender sprigs began to unfurl and greet the world. Budding life welled up within it, tinting it with the rosy blush of youth and love…. It grew.
Winter was turbulent and harsh. The wrath of the Ice Queen was upon the world. Severe winds tore around it, snow and hail beat down on it. Our one perfect red rose seemed to be too fragile, too delicate to withstand the blows of strife and sadness. Its petals wilted, its vibrant color dimmed, it bent gracefully with every gust and every blow, swaying yet never breaking. Never let appearances fool you, it still grew!
Spring was a time of healing, a time that relieved the wounds of the past. Gentle breezes and balmy nights smoothed the jagged ends left by winter. Pain was forgiven and forgotten. Our rose lifted her beautiful head and gazed at the golden eye of heaven, majestically she displayed her velvety petals, her richness restored, her smooth surface marked by the troubles she has seen, lines of the palest pink and the deepest maroon webbed over the surface of each individual delicate petal, she was the most amazing, most breathtakingly beautiful rose any soul had the privilege to gaze upon, she was the rose of experience grown from the seed of innocence and love, marked by life….
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