Sunday, June 19, 2011

Rose

Our lives are much like that of a rose.....
We appear as from no where wrapped tighty in a bud(family)
then the flower blossoms and we are a beauitful petal with all the other petals surrounding us.
But soon the rains come , the wind blows and the hot sun shines down.
The petals begin to leave us one by one,(the loss of loved ones).
We struggle to hold on but we cannot regain the joy and beauty of the complete rose.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Wednesday, June 1, 2011