Petals that tremble in the slightest breeze did not even stir. Liveried in black and gold, summer’s messenger walked lightly upon the rose. Which, I wondered, was the strongest?
When we walk lightly upon the earth, marvelling at her wonders, the earth responds, opening a heart golden as the rose. But Man flies from the dance of the seasons. The earth trembles, scarred by our footsteps, yet beauty endures. Which, I wonder, is the strongest?
And gossamer strength
Petals endure the furnace
Triumphant beauty embraced