Flowers, Bees, Survive in Nature

Like a flower petal, her spirit blooms.

Budding in a wide grassy field filled with adjacent stalks of roses, you fully empower yourself.

Even though variants exist within the pavement, your personality gleams among the rest.

Maintaining the equal amount of petals day by day, your emotion never got altered by people’s perception.

Every flora will experience the same experience of life cycle, whether it’s just a grass weed or the vibrant colour of the sunflower.

Struggles to spread its seed, germinates & pollinating across different types of soil.

Dependence on its surrounding initially, however slowly manage to grow with fertility,

As the experience of struggling within a newfound environment changes us internally, our judgment remains the same.

Crawling to endure the passing days, the flower buds according to Mother Nature’s arrangement.

By what its predecessor passed down to it, the flower shares the similar traits of not giving in.

Whether affected by the gust of wind blowing heavily, raindrops that accumulated into flood, the flower still retained its beauty & uniqueness.

“Yeah, we will grow together when time progresses”, the flower would think if it shares the mind of humanity.

After endured for certain amount of time, the flower nearly wilted from the harsh endurance Mother Nature had prepared it.

Deprived of moisture, compose of soil that’s lacking in nourishment, the flower nearly fade out in the struggle of competitive environment.

However, a sign of Fate befall its growing pattern, where a bee lands its feet filled with honey occasionally on the flower’s stalk.

The flower slowly regained its composure, managed to revive its wilted self.

“Stay happy & beauty, I will bring you honey!!!”, the bee proclaimed.

The flower emerged abruptly, spirit filled with new hope & strength to empower its living.

All the tiredness, emotion affected, was recovered within a nick of time.

Once again, the flower gave the bee a mutual shelter filled with the Sun’s warmth & shields from the incoming rain.

Shockingly, the flower managed to overcame its period of depression.

With support always around, care and compassion circulated around its growth.

The flower became the most beautiful bud around, eliminating the dominance of roses that stands out previously with their fragrant smells & perfect untarnished petals with its new tenacity.

“You can do it.  I’m always buzzing around~”, the bee flew around to lend the flower a tendril as support.

P/S: I wrote this to relieve a special person of her sadness.  She's the only lass who'll cry & express her feelings to me bluntly.  She cried once again when I called her earlier this morning.  I know we share the same emotion, lonely.  God, please always give people like her happiness.  Among the people that I knew, she's the only girl that I'm most comfortable with.