Each of us has our own
journey
To travel
Each of us our path to
travel
There are thorns to be encountered
And roses to be smelled
At times it seems as
though
The rose bush is one of
only thorns
And life seems harsh and
unfair
It is difficult to see
the rose
When all one feels are
the thorns
Yet the rose is always
Waiting to bloom
The rose is growing and
waiting
For the right time
For the right place
For the right conditions
To start the process
Of budding
Of growing
Of becoming all it is
meant to be
A beautiful rose
Sometimes the conditions
for the rose
Do not enable it to bud
So it is not seen
But the Rose is always
waiting
To bloom
Now the conditions are
right
The thorns have protected
the
Blooming of the rose for
all
This time
The rose now blooms
The rose now grows
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