The 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 its end.

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 lose one petal at a time in surrender or sorrow.