Forever Free

There was once a propagate garden, voluminous of beautiful flowers as the eye can see. There was a flower feeling denigrated, feeling its own beauty was unseen, becoming more and more reticent, becoming presumptuous, decided to go far, far away. But ambiguous to how to do so, trying to escape earth mothers everlasting hug. The flower meets an obliging gust, willing to free the flower for just its companionship. Becoming sophomoric with this new found freedom; the flower, in a state of intransigence, insisted to reach the zenith so that the flower would observe the scintillating stars, like a billion candles twinkling. The gust began losing control, knowing the end is imminent; an amenable fell well was coming. The wariness of the flower has reached its crescendo.
And now they part.
Forever free.