Watch those profusely blooming roses
Bursting with laughter on a thorny stalk,
Serenely smiling and shouting with glee
That their strength was never on the wane;
No matter what hardship they undergo,
They will fill the earth with their fragrance.
Think of the moms that undergo throes
And pull through to see a baby born.
Can there be any pains more painful
Than the pangs of child-birth?
I thought Destiny had been hostile to us
Causing nothing but anguish, grief and distress;
Not knowing that struggle tests resiliency
And gives us great endurance and strength
That alone can take us to the shore of success.