When I look at a flower I see its beauty. I see its innocence. I see its duty. When I look at a flower I see the mud from where it came. I see the thorns that give pain. But those thorns are there to protect this sweet, beautiful and fragile flower. A flower that smells so nice, Adds so much to the beauty around us. It teaches us softness, compatibility and adjustment. It blooms from the mud, It flourishes in the sun and waves happily in the wind. Be a flower. Be beautiful, soft and blooming. Add colour and beauty to everything around you with your inner shine with your capacity and your kind.
Knowledge is the road to destination heaven.