Tales of Mistakes Among the Flowers

The women of this world are like flowers.

Some are like roses, beautiful and dazzling, yet armed with sharp thorns.

Some are like silk trees, delicate but unafraid of storms and driving rain.

Others are like camellias, blooming only in the wilds of deep winter, then resolutely falling at the moment closest to spring, without a trace of withering sorrow.

They are timid; they are gentle.

They are fearless; they laugh as they cry.

They are the most beautiful color in this world.