What is a flower?
The sky is blue above my head. Small puffy clouds are floating across the ocean of blue. The grass is prickly soft under my back, and I sigh, lifting a fresh picked flower into my line of vision. This action creates a shadow across my face, refreshing from the warm sunlight.
The flower is a small, fragile thing. Tinny and white with a little bit of pink in the center. It has five petals, and I stare at it with wonder. A beautiful creation, but for what reason? A small blessing, but for what purpose? A passing moment of joy to one person, but why? What if every one thing could give even a moment of joy, to every one?
And I wonder, I wonder if it is the flower I am thinking about, or….
A familiar coolness envelops my face, and the warm sun is blocked from me by fire.
"Come on silly, I can see you disappearing off into your head again. Lets go study; I know I know, not like me right? Well, some of the boys are by the lake and want to study, and they're soooooo cute! Like, how fun is that? So will you come?"
I look into the sunny face of my friend, and remember the flower, the gentle shape, the glow of happiness.
"Sure, Let me just pick some flowers for everyone." I say, still lying on my back without much attempt to get up.
"Grate!" She says, "See you in 15?"
I nod, and she happily runs off in the direction of the lake.
Laying back, I look up at the clouds again.
I guess it's time to gather some flowers.
Note: be a moment of happiness today.
R & R please?