The flower on its base sprout its beauty, where not?
The flower used to protect it whether it be harsh winter or fast wind.
It gave its everything , what not?
Days passed . . .
The base was asked for its flower.
With a smile it replied,
Even the day knows it has to face night .
Even the rose knows it has thorns behind.
It smiled again and said,
I am contend not because I lost it, because I taught a flower to bloom a bit more .