A beautiful June day, the sun was shining warmly, the air was filled with the smell of wet earth. A meadow at the foot of the mountain was crowded with blooming flowers. Bees and insects attacked the flowers. The calyx of one of the flowers was shyly opened and it was passed by the flying ones. The antennae of the bees sensed a different oscillation of the field around this very ordinary flower. It was a desolate, jagged, small island in a colorful sea. No one visited this place in the middle of a meadow boiling with movement, life, and flowering. The days turned into weeks, the weeks into months. Summer was very favorable for life. Resources were in doses above the minimum for survival. The flower was still half open. What was lacking for this flower to unfold fully, to be struck by life with full force. It was so doomed and in the midst of the explosion of life around it it was anchored in its development. It would not please anyone with its full colors and no one will see its beauty.
1 nelydiasenrose answered
It is really sad that some flowers that are so beautiful will never be seen by anyone and delight them with their beauty. ~ sad-baby ~