Flowers have blossomed from the day they were given, today they still look beautiful because of the things that were forgiven.
They are bright and full of life, the colors are shinning in the light.
Red, yellow, pink, and white.
Each petal on the flower represents our struggles and from the bottom to the top it all comes together.
Not one has yet fallen but has a few ready to go but not without a
fight will it drop or will it show.
The beauty in a flower is the smile it can bring to any face, race,
and color of the skin.
One rose, a dozen roses they all mean the same, don’t let the number fool you to see what the true meaning it brings.
