Red as the lips that colored snow whites pale face just before her prince kissed her back to life,

as soft as the feathers of the majestic bald eagle.

Thorns as tough as the nails holding up panels of the wooden house as the wind tries its best to blow it down.

As beautiful as the most life threatening storm showing its true colors in the clouds that elude its true beauty.

Do not be fooled by the drooping of the leaves cascading down its stem,

Do not be fooled by the petals of this beautiful creature loosing their red and turning black,

For this young soul will become alive again,

This young soul will live on in peace and serenity as though the harsh world never struck her at all.

Do not be fooled by the common belief that this once so gorgeous flower is going to die in this painful, disasterous world.

Do not let yourself believe that this once so eligant, enchanting creature will not continue to live on,

Or do.

Do let yourself believe these false statements,

Do let yourself believe that this world is going to let this magnificent being come crashing down into a pit of flames and dust.

This gives the flower strength.

This gives her the strength, the courage, the hope that she needs to continue on in life to get stronger to become alive again with more beauty, more extravagant looks then ever before.

This lovely girl will live on, with the doubts that are constantly thrown her way, with the pain that is never shut off, she will live and she will succeed.

Doubt her

And watch her grow