Some may say that this rose could never win a prize.
But when one considers where it grows, it may change their mind.
This yellow rose lives beside a road.
It has lived on its own since I first saw it, way back in 1981.
No one cares for this yellow rose except its Creator.
This morning while driving by, this yellow rose by the road made my day much brighter.
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses blooming outside our window today. – Dale Carnegie