This is a little story I wrote for someone I think is very special. I thought I'd post it for everyone to read. Feel free to leave comments both good and bad. Hope you enjoy!
Once upon a time there was a flower. This flower lived in a clearing in the middle of the woods. It was purple with white speckles and liked nothing more than to have the sun's rays caress it's petals all day long. Each morning anticipation would fill this flower as it yearned for the first gentle ray to touch it's petals and spread over it's body.
On this particular morning the flower was counting the seconds until the sun's rays washed over it but something was wrong! The sun didn't reach it today. The flower looked around concerned but didn't notice anything different today from any other day. The flower stretched up hoping to encounter the calming ray of sunlight but it was no where to be found. Alarmed now and thinking the sun might never touch the flower again, the flower noticed that one of the trees had grown so large that he was blocking the sun from reaching the poor delicate flower.
Each morning the flower tried to reach the sun's rays and each morning the rays seemed farther and farther away. The once beautiful flower started to lose it's allustrious sheen. The vibrant purple fading to a dark brown. No longer did the flower try to feel for the sun or look forward to the morning. A sob escaped the flower and echoed throughout the woods as a single tear fell from it's petal.
Unbeknowst to the flower a large sleeping tree heard the sob and woke from it's years slumber. Looking down upon the clearing it saw grass, sticks, dirt and a small flower. Gazing at the flower made the tree smile and think of all the good things the tree had experienced. The tree noticed that this flower was bent over and covered in the shade of one of his branches. The sob had come from this flower the tree realized.
The tree felt ashamed that he had slept for so many years ignoring the beauty around him and with much effort moved his branch causing a sliver of sun to touch the exposed flower. The flower jumped from such warmth the flower thought never to experience again and started to stand a little straighter.
The tree would move it's branch during the day to bring the little flower sunlight and each day the flower stood up straighter and straighter. The vibrant purple started to glow again until one day the unimaginable happened.
One morning there were two flowers. One smaller than the first but just as beautiful and full of life. Each day the clearing started to fill with more and more flowers. Looking down the tree finally cryed knowing that just caring about one little flower could result in a meadow of happiness.
