A white rose turns brown and begins to hide within in itself
The leaves turn brown and slowly the contracted rose begins to
       loosen
It is frail now, so much that it looks like it will break if I touch it
The beauty within it is but a memory now.

I gaze at the flower etching the image of this rose into my mind
       and I compare it to its former beauty.
I put it in water and slowly it returns and begins to flourish.

It was in that moment I realized, I am the same.
If I hide within myself I become frail, I begin to wilt.
But if I stay in the water, in the love and support
I will flourish and my beauty will remain.