The beauty of a flower is not in it's colours, The beauty is in the shades that merge as one. Delicacy is it's heart, endurance it's strength. It blooms while it can, it will wither away once.
The sun can stay n shine, burn the world.
But it give the reign to night each day not because it can't shun the darkness around. But darkness is needed to appreciate each ray.
Rocks go through a lot to become a grain of sand, but all they lose is dead weight. They marvel at the brilliance of the dynamic world. Replete in past not raging in hate.
Life is a flower that will wither away once.
A sun that would rise again.
A rock that would revel in it's past.
A miracle that is worth it's pain...