beautiful rose was in full bloom with every single petal shining in
its glory. The morning dew held onto this perfect creation to make
sure of its infinite existence. The sun was kind and gentle, shining
its rays in the hope of allowing the rose to last yet another day.
The wind caressed each petal like a lover saying goodbye forever.
The earth trembled like a mother allowing her child to walk away and
yet knowing the pain of having the love that
wanted the child to stay. As the sun shone brighter, the wind blew
harder. The morning dew evaporated and the earth dried up. The
beautiful rose started to wilt. It could not cry out and ask for
water for it had no voice. Slowly but surely one petal after another
detached itself and fell to the ground in surrender and sorrow of
Do not be like the beautiful rose for you have a
voice. Call out for love and fill your soul so that you may not
one petal at a time in surrender or