dinsdag, oktober 06, 2009

Every rose has its thorn, Just like every night has its dawn

It was a dark and rainy morning. I knew below the grey mist there must be something beautiful to see. At first I didn't see it. But I kept searching. Grey turned to color, and silence began to chirp. Leaves left and birds flew. Mushrooms grew and dew dripped too.

Obscured beauty is out there. You just have to look.