Rose in the Storm

Life has brought many tides of change high waters surrounding and flooding the gardens from which we grow. 
For some we drown, withering away, letting ourselves be deceived 
by our misfortunes. But for very few others we find the strength to swim. We look inside letting the waters feed us, nourishing our power. 
Time however has no boundaries; it keeps charging us with its soldiers of the hour glass. But for every battle fought with time we grow. 
With every battle fought with time we earn another blossoming petal of rose on our stem. Each petal becoming more and more red, 
symbolizing the fire kindled in our hearts. 
Each petal becoming another red badge of courage. We will all someday look back upon our petals being taken by the sweet smelling essence captioned in our minds eye, and surrounded in a cloud of remembrance causing the happiness in our hearts to have joy over how far we've come to get where we are today. For behold time cannot stop today only tomorrow. 
\We will all smile at our petals in the storm with our eyes wide to the orange basking glow of the western sunset. Setting down upon the winds of the hurricane, knowing that our lives were all worth being a rose in a storm, swaying as one with time and unafraid of tomorrow.