I think this deserves a repost:

Beside the cactus I wait, like a rose waiting for water,
only the rain has yet to come in my barren state.
I'm parched with emptiness,
Hoping tomorrow will bring plentiful rains.

I wait for the sun to rise again,
taking for granted I will live another day.
I plan my schedule weeks in advance,
Don't I have enough for a day to handle?

I have seen the water before slide down the rose petals.
Why can't I be like the rose, beautifully waiting,
drinking humbly, leaving the rest for the ground?
Why is it when I imitate the rose, I fail?

God puts us here to fulfill his plan,
He gives us the tools we need to accomplish it
What, then I ask, is the rose's purpose;
does it not have a plan like the rest of us?

Sitting on a sidewalk, I picked up a rose.
It was parched, so I gave it water
I handed it to a lady, does the rose have a purpose now?
New life begins by opening the cactus and drinking its life
Spring is here again!