A Pink Rose

A pink rose. Hope. Beauty. Simple, yet complex. Gentle raindrops left from a past storm. Refreshing now, but a reminder of what was felt not too long ago. Some storms have the power to destroy, yet most storms bring life. A simple rose bush may seem delicate, yet their roots grab tightly with strength we may not understand by simply looking at the surface. Weather the storm, love. Remember your strength. When we feel weakness, remember the storms you have weathered. Know that your roots are stronger with every storm. Stay grounded in love, hope, and happiness. Let your beautiful roots intertwine with others around you. They, too, may seem weak on the surface, but together you build a system of strength. Of love. Of care. The raindrops will return to the sky in time, warmed and lifted by the beauty of the sun. Know that other storms will follow, not always knowing when. But your roots are stronger each time. You are not alone. You are strong. You are beautiful. You are loved.