Call on God but row away from the rocks. - Indian Proverb


The farmer sows his seeds in the garden gently, carefully, just as his father did before him. whispering to the seeds, with a delicate tongue and a blissful tune that when The farmer returns to reap what he has sown, a plentiful garden of White roses will be ready for the plucking or better yet ready to decorate ones home with porcelain stained petals that glow as bright and pure as the stars. But, The farmer is disappointed when he spots a disturbance in his garden, golden petals that reflect the light of day and shine as bright as the sun, a burning Yellow rose.

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