A Single Red Rose


I was in a dark dingy factory and all the workers had matching grey uniforms.  The whole place seemed depressing, there was no beauty in this place.

Then I saw it.  There it was.  A single red rose.  It sat on a window sill.  The red was a sharp contrast to its surroundings.  Its beauty radiated out, like a single star on a cold dark night.

This rose became a symbol of hope for me.  At that moment, I realized beauty will always shine through, no matter how bad the circumstances.  In fact it shines the brightest in the worst of places.