The flowers gave him hope.
Sitting there in the frost-covered park, with snowflakes gently falling from the cold, November sky, he reflected upon the events of the past few days. Despite everything, he still had hope for the future.
There was always a faint speck of sunshine cheering him on, even through all that has happened there as hope. His life was like a trail of flowers, recently those flowers had wilted except for one. One little scarlet bud, but still he had hope ……
He felt he needed to let go of the past and let the future grow just like the little scarlet bud. In time the bud will grow into a beautiful bloom producing a flower. Until the last flower his future will grow with hope of a bright blooming bush.