This blue flower can bleed. It has emotion. It wants to be seen and touched but
never plucked. It sits in this green paradise where winter never comes. And it waits
for the perfect storm. When it rains this flower is free. Free to do whatever it wants.
It can soak up the rain or let it gently strike and roll off into the life giving soil. But
it knows that it will die. Sooner or later it will die. Whenever this flower thinks of
dying it loses a petal. Petals give this flower its beauty. This flower wanted to be
blue like the sky because thats all it can see. And it wanted to be green like the
grass underneath it. When this flower was thinking of all this he noticed that it was
the day. It was the day that it was going to rain. A long awaited freedom for this
flower to experience. The day went by so fast and the storm was so violent. This
flower is hurt. It is in pain. This rain was not filled with freedom and comfort. But
sadness and depression. This flower thought about death all the time now and lost
all but one petal. That one petal over time shriveled up and fell off. This flowers
beauty was gone. It was dying. Just then almost when the flower died it saw
someone walk by. It was a girl. A small child with a basket of flowers. But these
flowers were not dead. They were alive in every way. But the one and only blue
flower had died.. Nothing was left except for a stem that the girl recklessly walked
upon and crushed. Now the flower was bleeding. All of the life that it had in it was
drained away. It was going to die. It had thought about dying but never about the
pain involved in it. The flower broke from its roots and blew into the wind. The last
thing that it saw and was trying to remember was the sky. This flower lost its sight
and blew into the wind never to be beautiful again.
