My grandfather told me often. We must be like the rose. She sleeps the complete Winter and rebirth yearly stronger and more beautiful. In the hard days of Winter, she is resting and in late Spring. She bloomed for us again, reaching for the sun and blesses us with her beauty.
The rose teaches us, we must be like the seasons. We will rise and fall. We will become stronger and more beautiful, not allowing the coldness of life to kill the beauty of the rose.
The rose is like love, it need care, attention and room to expand. Our children are like the roses. Always growing and expanding. We must allow them to dance in the breeze and be free to kiss the sun.