this is a story about the friendship and love the flower found in different seasons of her life.
in a garden, there is a bud who stood alone in a pot.
she was very sad for no one seemed to be interested in her
she was then just a bud and not colorful enough to attract the bees and butterflies
not even the flowers around her.
she witnessed how the other flowering plants spent their day with laughter and giggling
she secretly weeped and prayed for her to bloom as soon as she could
one morning, she found an egg resting on her frail leaves
she took care and loved it
she fed him with her leaves until he became a worm
soon enough he became her companion and friend.
before the summer ended, she blossomed and became the prettiest of all the flowers.
the bees and the butterflies hovered around her all the time and she was very busy talking to them until the day ended
not realizing that she was growing apart with her friend
the worm told her that he would leave soon to draw some of her attention but she didnt mind him at all
she just said, fine, and let him spent his day by himself.
it made the worm cried for she was her only friend
he was unattractive with his brown color and dotted face. he moved and talked so slow that no flower wanted him beside
he ate too much leaves that no plants would want to give him a bed on their leaves, not even on their shaft
all he had was his memory of how he used to make her happy
he felt so alone and useless and unwanted, he silently sobbed and slept his sadness away.
it was near autumn and the plants started to lose their verdant youth
they withered and fell their leaves off
even the petals of the flowers that were once soft, crinkled.
the flower looked at the thick sheeth that covered the worm
he had been sleeping for quite some time and she missed him
she was old and dry enough that not a bee or a butterfly paid interest to visit her any longer
they were going away to find another garden
she tried talking to her friend but not a hush from where he hid
she felt so bad having no one else to spend the last of her days
she then spent her lonesome days remembering how the worm served her the happiest time in her life
she cried with regrets realizing that he was there when no one else wanted to be there for her
she wanted to wait for him to wake up but she couldnt hold any long
when she was about to kiss the worm goodbye, its pupa opened and a pair of wings went out
he became the biggest and most colorful butterfly she had ever seen, she was so happy he became out wonderfully
the butterfly saw what has become of her
a single withered petal left on her friend
he kissed her and they bid goodbye
his tears fall once more as he watched the petal fell to the ground
the whole winter, the butterfly never failed to flew back to her pot even there is not a single flower there
he gave small kisses on her leaves in his longing
whispering promises that he would wait until she bloomed again.
during this time, the flower as the plant saw how she was treasured
she felt the most beautiful with the butterfly's love
unable to say anything, but she promised to cherish her time with him the next time they meet in spring.
~saiyee~
in a garden, there is a bud who stood alone in a pot.
she was very sad for no one seemed to be interested in her
she was then just a bud and not colorful enough to attract the bees and butterflies
not even the flowers around her.
she witnessed how the other flowering plants spent their day with laughter and giggling
she secretly weeped and prayed for her to bloom as soon as she could
one morning, she found an egg resting on her frail leaves
she took care and loved it
she fed him with her leaves until he became a worm
soon enough he became her companion and friend.
before the summer ended, she blossomed and became the prettiest of all the flowers.
the bees and the butterflies hovered around her all the time and she was very busy talking to them until the day ended
not realizing that she was growing apart with her friend
the worm told her that he would leave soon to draw some of her attention but she didnt mind him at all
she just said, fine, and let him spent his day by himself.
it made the worm cried for she was her only friend
he was unattractive with his brown color and dotted face. he moved and talked so slow that no flower wanted him beside
he ate too much leaves that no plants would want to give him a bed on their leaves, not even on their shaft
all he had was his memory of how he used to make her happy
he felt so alone and useless and unwanted, he silently sobbed and slept his sadness away.
it was near autumn and the plants started to lose their verdant youth
they withered and fell their leaves off
even the petals of the flowers that were once soft, crinkled.
the flower looked at the thick sheeth that covered the worm
he had been sleeping for quite some time and she missed him
she was old and dry enough that not a bee or a butterfly paid interest to visit her any longer
they were going away to find another garden
she tried talking to her friend but not a hush from where he hid
she felt so bad having no one else to spend the last of her days
she then spent her lonesome days remembering how the worm served her the happiest time in her life
she cried with regrets realizing that he was there when no one else wanted to be there for her
she wanted to wait for him to wake up but she couldnt hold any long
when she was about to kiss the worm goodbye, its pupa opened and a pair of wings went out
he became the biggest and most colorful butterfly she had ever seen, she was so happy he became out wonderfully
the butterfly saw what has become of her
a single withered petal left on her friend
he kissed her and they bid goodbye
his tears fall once more as he watched the petal fell to the ground
the whole winter, the butterfly never failed to flew back to her pot even there is not a single flower there
he gave small kisses on her leaves in his longing
whispering promises that he would wait until she bloomed again.
during this time, the flower as the plant saw how she was treasured
she felt the most beautiful with the butterfly's love
unable to say anything, but she promised to cherish her time with him the next time they meet in spring.
~saiyee~
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