A flower I saw on top of a tree, so beautiful, radiant, and ever so elegant I look at from below, so near, yet so far. The only pink blossom, that touched my heart, while the others are different, and ever so normal. As days go by, I always pass by the tree, looking embarassed whenever she stares at me. I realized that looking and waiting was not all that enough. One day, Ill go up the tree, take her and have her all for myself. One day, a powerful storm came, destroying all the trees around the great meadow. As the storm subside, I went to the tree. All weary, broken, some roots off the ground. Then as I look onto the tree, she was the only one left, while the others are down. I saw she was alone, lonely and just so sad. I then realized everything that has gone through my head. I held the tree tight, reroot it to the ground. As I told myself, I will bring everyone else back. The reason, she was so beautiful, radiant, and ever so elegant, is because everyone was with her, that she was complete.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 11:26:32 +0000