the rose

There's a lot of beautiful flowers, but a good rose is hard to beat


When the night has been too lonely,
And the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows,
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love,
In the spring becomes the rose.

(The Rose, Bette Midler)