{"id":25,"date":"2014-09-30T15:54:00","date_gmt":"2014-09-30T15:54:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2024-10-16T18:57:51","modified_gmt":"2024-10-16T18:57:51","slug":"grateful-for-the-sense-of","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/?p=25","title":{"rendered":"Grateful for the sense of. . ."},"content":{"rendered":"
\nA<\/span>s I walk down along the patterned paved path of the garden, I get
\na glimpse of a blossoming cerise rose. To fully admire its splendor and
\nradiance, I pause for a moment of appreciation. <\/span><\/div>\n
\n<\/a><\/span><\/div>\n
\n
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The few leaves around – with different grades
\nof green – carefully cushion the rose as if to guard it against any danger.  <\/span>The white sepal beneath the growing
\nbud – only visible to the fervent eye – exudes a level of innocence which,
\nusually fades away as the bud flowers into a fully grown rose. <\/span> The tinge of burgundy in some of
\nthe leaves gently makes way for the lighter green allowing it to exhibit the
\nfreshness of life.<\/p>\n

\n <\/span> <\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
\nNot too big, not too small – the rose itself
\ndangles firmly – evidently keen to serve its purpose: convey beauty to this
\nchaotic world. It unreservedly displays its good looks unaware of the
\nuncertainties of life that\u2019s around.
\n
\n<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
\nIt is within that minute that I discovered my
\nappreciation of colour, texture, size and shape, a gift that gives me a level
\nof perspective.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
\n
<\/span><\/div>\n
\nAnd that\u2019s when I realized that I\u2019m truly
\ngrateful for the sense of sight!<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
\n<\/a><\/p>\n

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