Every spring this one stray rose grows in the yard beneath the lemon tree. Her short visit is a reminder that like the blooming season of spring, everything in life comes and goes. A cherished experience is like the rose. They don't last forever but while it is here, capture its beauty, journal the experience and relish in the memory.
The wind is the music, the dancing of the flower is the good time, the thorns are the risks that we take, and the pedals falling is the time ticking by.
Make it the mistake to take the rose and you will only enjoy it for a short time. Leave it planted, appreciate it where it is, while in bloom and while away. Planted, as with marriage requires patients, nurturing and appreciation. Every plucked bouquet of flowers will die... but one nurtured rose deeply rooted will be there season after season.