Awakening of the Rose

Awakening of the Rose


She flips through how to feel, how to travel light. When finally the sun blinded in January, is melted by the heat in the infinite joy. Expected moments that will fly, because they knew that the flowers can not fly. Gust and turned it into a small green bud that wanted to dissolve. When the sun shone and the crack tip of its leaf color, and wanted to dissolve more and dissolution sheet at a time, somewhere in her golden crown and had the sun reach it, there would be flights.
Everyone laughed and would naludnicheviya of longing for flight, unaware that the flight is something that is born.
Let. Nobody tells Rose how to blossom. She rose and knows that at birth.
But night fell and the leaves and felt cold. Crosses its desire to dissolve. If continued, the cold would come to her innermost self. Was long and cold night. Rose and lost it with frightened by the cold leaves doubt whether you really know who she felt should be dissolved, but now urge had become afraid. And had the courage and in pain to shortlist a leaf to make what is born. Dissolution had become sun dance in sacred rituals.
And God sent a ray of sunshine. He passed the frozen leaves, caress them, ask them to dissolve.
Nobody tells Rose how to flourish. But the beam gave her only light and heat, and flash their recall ...
Solar beam, asked her not to have your short list, but to dissolve them, but nobody tells Rose how to blossom. And if it was not sweet warmth, she would not listen. It hurt her to leave the pain and return. The heat melts ice, light and dazzle the night she remembered that rose. Awakened ...
January patiently beam covered with a holy kiss, wants to admit to each petal.
Nobody tells Rose how to flourish unless its heat does not touch her heart