A rose that grew from darkness

My light dawned on everything that it touched or seen. Since a little flower my life has been good and abundance  grew my roots and grew my petals. But sometimes the storm comes and washes everything away. It may beat against my stem or destroy my light but still I rise the clouds have covered the sun and I wonder when I i'll get my lovely character back? you can keep me down and crush me in the dirt but yet I still grow until I fulfill my mission to become something beautiful that the darkness cannot swallow. THE ROSE THAT GREW FROM DARKNESS.