[1] The Flower
There was a flower
A young but naive flower.
A flower no one has ever seen before
Alone in the cold soil.
The flower was blooming.
It was terrified of the world.
The raging of the winds frightened it,
For a storm could kill it
And the flower did not want to die.
It was a young, growing flower.
It needed sunlight to survive,
Yet the clouds did not shed
An ounce of light for it.
It was terrified of the world,
For with clouds would come storms
And it had just wished to see the light-
Just for once, it wanted the light.
Only a second was needed,
Only one minute with the light-
That is all it wished for,
But clouds do not listen to prayers.
A storm arrived.
Thunder struck the ground;
The winds battered the flower
As the darkness of night came.
It was terribly afraid of death
And never wished for darkness,
Yet there was no light in sight-
There was never any light to begin with.
A flower was beaten by the winds.
It cried out as the clouds surrounded it.
A flower no one has ever seen before-
A flower that has never seen light-
Was crying.
The storm passed and the flower cried.
It needed light to live, but there was no light-
There was nothing to offer
To the flower that has always seen night.
It always dreamed of the warmth
That the light could give.
But there was nothing but darkness.
The flower only saw darkness.
But amidst the darkness,
The moon came alive.
Every time the clouds parted,
The flower saw the light.
The gentle moonlight-
Look at the moonlight.
And the stars in the sky.
It is so beautiful.
So very beautiful.
Sunlight was cast aside-
Hope was cast aside;
It was unnecessary-
It was always unnecessary.
Perhaps the sun
Never even
Existed to
Begin with.
I prayed for the flower to have light.
Banish the night sky and bring it
The light it has never seen before
The life it has never seen before.
The winds stopped
The clouds were gone
But no light came to the flower
That nobody has ever seen before.
I approached it once the storm had calmed.
When it noticed my presence, it turned to me
And amused itself with my existence.
It’s petals unfurled to reveal a pulsating eye.
The flower bloomed with an eye.
The eye looked at me.
It was a flower,
But the eye seemed
Terribly human.
I said to the flower,
“I can plant you somewhere
Where you can find the light
And never be alone.”
It replied
With slow words,
Unfaltering,
“I don’t need light, just give me water.”Start writing here…
