A seed sprouts out as the moist earth awakens it into the world. Bright, warm and safe environment surrounds it. It grows strong and vibrant among its peers.

It begins to bud, at the same time, other plants around it begin to flower and it feels left out, an outcast. The world around it leaves it behind. No flower no power it believes putting to much emphasis on what it does not have. The other flowering plants ridcule it for not having anything to show. Little by little it loses its confidence.

Along comes the gardener, he feeds her, prunes her, fertelizes her, nurtures her, the plant grows stronger and strong. It feels better about itself because the gardener gives her so much attention. She starts to wonder why he does. For weeks he toils her soil, working, caring, shareing a part of himself with the little plant. Untill one day his dedication pays off, for he has the privilege of seeing her bloom in to the most beautiful flower he will ever see. He is taken back by the beauty he beholds. That tiny little seed had become a majestic rose.

He keeps coming back each day to behold her, and one day as he is handling her he pricks his finger on one of her thorns. Cause every rose has its thorns.