Sitting among a valley of thorns sits a rose bud that stays closed. Its stem of thorns distracts from the beauty that hides inside. The other thorns overlook the rose, not intimidated by it, it doesn’t matter to them. Clouds in the sky hide the light of the sun, this place is drowned in sorrow & hate. But suddenly there is a single beam of light from among the clouds of gray. Shining upon the little rose bud, which is inspired by the glory of the shine & opens.

The other thorns are in awe, then they all sprout out flowers of their own, each of them bright & beautiful. Then the sky was impressed by the flowers & cleared its gray clouds & shone a light so intense & beautiful that it drowned the shadow that previously covered. & the valley of thorns was no more.