I want to be that beautiful flower
which blooms in the garden every spring.
I want to have no cares.
I want to sway in the breeze.
I want to be lazy and let the bees do my duty for me.
Oh, how I want to be that flower.

But I am that flower as it begins to wilt in the fall.
I go through an uncontrolable process of un-beautification.
My petals fall to the soil, and become an ugly brown.
I am ugly.
Oh, how I want not to be that flower.

But difficult times will come.
They always do:
and eventualy, after a long, bitter cold winter,
I will become that beautiful flowers
which on the inside I have always been.

-cherie-
Proverbs 3:5-6