The Small Delicate Flower

A Story by Lovers Writers

There's a meadow, up in the hills where the sky never seems to go gray. In the meadow, there are many flowers. Everyday, a new flower blooms. Everyday, someone comes and picks four flowers. One day, a new flower blooms. This flower is unlike the other flowers. This flower was small and delicate. That same day a person came up to the meadow to pick some flowers. The small delicate flower tries its best to be seen, but is too short to be seen. The person picks some of the older flowers. The next day, two more flowers bloom. “Oh what joy! What better luck I shall have!” thought the delicate flower. For the delicate flower thought that they had to be older to be picked. Once again, a new person comes up to the meadow for some flowers. The small delicate flower tries to move as much as possible in the wind, but is too delicate to move enough to be seen. The two new flowers get picked and two older ones. This confuses the small delicate flower.

Days go by and the small delicate flower is still unseen. Though the small delicate flower is determined to be seen.

Years go by and the meadow is hardly filled with life, and the poor ol delicate flower is still there in its beauty. Only five remain. Once more, another person travels to the meadow. This time, the small delicate flower doesn't care what happens to them, they want to be seen. They dance in the wind like crazy, and stretch its stem to the max. Right when the person was walking in the direction of the small delicate flower, their stem snapped and they got blown away from the person and landed in mud. The person then picks the other four flowers and leaves. Leaving behind the small delicate flower. The delicate flower, for the first time, weeps. They slowly lose their beauty and slowly start dying until a young girl comes walking up the hill into the meadow. The girl sees the small, decaying, delicate flower and picks it up. “You poor flower. I will take you home and water you, and give you the love you need,” said the young girl. The small delicate flower weeps once more, but in joy for they realize that there is someone who loves them and that they were not alone.