Open. . .

This is the story of a rose that longed for the company of the bees, but none would come to her. Even so, the flower was still capable of dreaming. When she felt all alone, she would imagine a garden filled with bees that came to kiss her. And so she managed to resist until the next day, when she opened her petals again. “Aren’t you tired?” the garden asked her? “No. I have to go on opening,” answered the flower. “Why?” “Because if I don’t open up, I wither.” Peace and Love, Jim