An oyster may not like that irritating grain of sand in its shell but it manages to transform it into a precious pearl. That’s quite a feat. Just like beautiful roses growing out of smelly manure, or a delicate butterfly emerging out of a caterpillar.
Artamanen: untitled by Robin Macmillan Another Voice, when I am sleeping, cries 'The Flower should open with the Morning skies.' And a retreating Whisper, as I wake - 'The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.