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.