A tiny flower hidden in the wild grasses, tentatively looks up to the gentle sun. Petals slowly open to life and begins to release an ever so slight a scent. Butterflies and honey bees are drawn to this new fragrance.
Suddenly, a heel inadvertently crushes the struggling spark of life, bleeding its fragrance to the rest of the wild meadow. It lays amid others that are damage and broken. The warming sun and moist soil nourishes this tiny wildflower and it responds. Even with broken and scarred petals it painfully raises itself for healing. It sees that there is always hope.