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Life is Rosy

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Life, as they say, is a beautiful thing. 


That beauty is a rush of rose blooms over water drenched land. 


Those red buds burst with joy o’er thorns that make the stems strengthen with green leafy grit. 


Those thorny prickles progress you towards the beautiful sun, illuminating the silky petals with ironed grace.


Life is a black and white dog named Tucker, who has peed on your rug four times, but still sleeps next to you with a love unbound and so sound. 


Life is aggravating phone calls with customer service, but the person on the other end of the line is a supportive soul clearing the burdensome brush off the road. 


Life is cracked windows that need to be fixed, but behind that window is a sheen of perfect peace and a glisten of gratefulness. 


Life is tiresome droughts, but sprinkles of rain  nourish faded crimson cheer, giving you a drink of revitalization. 


Life will always provoke with pops of thorns, but God will always shine the sun on your rose garden. 


He will enhance your rosettes with joy and subside the fine-pricked thorns. 

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