Tuesday, November 30, 2010
A Lesson from a Rose Flower.
Back when I was small, when I was about 3 years old (or maybe a bit younger). We (with my parents) always passed by my great grand aunts house every Sunday morning on our way back home from church. There, in her garden, I always roamed and played around which for me was very wide because of my small built and short height at that time. There I saw different kind of plants. And, for the first time I saw there the different types of worms, big, small, fat and thin long worms; and, the black and white leeches too. I really thought there was only the black leeches but there I saw the white ones too. I watched those worms slither around. Then later when I got tired of watching them around, I just jumped over them or stayed away from them if I happened to meet one while I went around my great grand aunt's garden.
While I was going around her garden a beautiful red flower attracted my attention and so I picked it. Ouch! I thought. I looked at my finger and saw it bled. I bit it because of the sharp pain I felt but I was happy anyway because, I was able to pick a single flower called the rose.
Now, I realized that a rose because of its beauty is protected by its thorns. Who so ever picked it without care will surely be hurt by its thorns. Even up to this time, I still get prick... it still hurts me so now, gently I should hold it.
Written/Created by: Evelyn Asuncion
While I was going around her garden a beautiful red flower attracted my attention and so I picked it. Ouch! I thought. I looked at my finger and saw it bled. I bit it because of the sharp pain I felt but I was happy anyway because, I was able to pick a single flower called the rose.
Now, I realized that a rose because of its beauty is protected by its thorns. Who so ever picked it without care will surely be hurt by its thorns. Even up to this time, I still get prick... it still hurts me so now, gently I should hold it.
-Lynne-
Written/Created by: Evelyn Asuncion
A Glimpse Of Reality
(my childhood days on a Sunday morning)
(my childhood days on a Sunday morning)
A Word from Me.
Some gifts in life are not presented to us in attractive packages only in the passing of time we will come to realize its true worth and meaning.
Written/Created by: Evelyn Asuncion
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