"There was a rose, brilliant in color, intoxicating in scent.
"I knew it would touch my heart but I had no time to be with that rose. A glance was all I could spare.
"Someday I will truly witness that rose in all of its beauty, I promised myself, for beauty in life is heaven on earth. To miss beauty is to miss life.
"Finally that someday arrived but when I looked for that rose, it was gone, wilted and shriveled as happens when all living things pass.
"Then as I stared at the bush from which that rose came, I saw a rosebud and I promised myself someday I would truly witness that rosebud when it becomes a rose.
"But if not a glance will have to do."
Author Unknown
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