Well it isn’t a rose after all…
it’s a jasmine.
Jasmines are the most delicate little creatures. Small and white, soft smell, instant comfort.
Was it so wrong? was it stupid to let the little jasmine break through?? but it was so sweet and fragile, that it was almost sinful to pluck it…no, no regrets there.
Something about this little fighter pushing it’s way through a stone wall demanded respect. It’s so utterly heroic…and it looks stunning.
like the break of dawn after a long, tiring, night.
A few white petals, small round yellow center…and a little green stem. But it accomplished what no one else could ever manage before.
The little flower made it all the way in. The crack is there…and light spilled in.
Rescue is finally here.