Sunflower in disguise III
It is a winter's morning. After days of rain and snow the sun seems to come out for the very first time again. The little rose is the first one to wake up and looks up into the bright sky, opening and stretching its dark red petals to feel alive again. It does not feel right but the little plant knows that there is an essential need to move if it does not want to suffer and die. So it takes a deep breath and opens up, slowly one leave followed by the other, one petal after the other. With a hint of happiness it wants to share the feeling of life with its precious.
It is a winter's morning when it happens. An unexpected gust of wind grasps the bright yellow sunflower petal, swirls it around and the little rose smiles at the wonderful sight because it looks like the petal is dancing for the rose. It looks beautiful and more than ever the little rose wants to become what the sunflower petal is. But then the happy smile fades when the wind carries the yellow petal away, away and further away until it cannot be seen anymore. The little rose waits and stares into the sky. It stares and waits for the single petal to return but nothing happens. "Give me my sunflower back!" the little rose cries into the darkening sky but it knows already that the precious is lost and nothing will be given back. The little rose starts to cry. With the sunflower petal everything seem to be lost. It closes the dark red petals tightly and sobs alone. There is nobody it could share the pain with, nobody who would understand.
In a cold winter's night something nudges the little rose and slowly it opens up again. Very slowly because there is no reason anymore to open up for anything if the sunflower would not return. But there is another dark red rose, close to the little one. It has never recognised this one. It is beautiful and strong - as beautiful and strong as the huge sunflowers on the other side of the garden are. The bigger rose offers a new sunflower petal and says: "Be what you want to be. I love you - yellow or red."
And for the first time in a while the little rose feels like wanting to be what it really is.
Your Knight.
It is a winter's morning when it happens. An unexpected gust of wind grasps the bright yellow sunflower petal, swirls it around and the little rose smiles at the wonderful sight because it looks like the petal is dancing for the rose. It looks beautiful and more than ever the little rose wants to become what the sunflower petal is. But then the happy smile fades when the wind carries the yellow petal away, away and further away until it cannot be seen anymore. The little rose waits and stares into the sky. It stares and waits for the single petal to return but nothing happens. "Give me my sunflower back!" the little rose cries into the darkening sky but it knows already that the precious is lost and nothing will be given back. The little rose starts to cry. With the sunflower petal everything seem to be lost. It closes the dark red petals tightly and sobs alone. There is nobody it could share the pain with, nobody who would understand.
In a cold winter's night something nudges the little rose and slowly it opens up again. Very slowly because there is no reason anymore to open up for anything if the sunflower would not return. But there is another dark red rose, close to the little one. It has never recognised this one. It is beautiful and strong - as beautiful and strong as the huge sunflowers on the other side of the garden are. The bigger rose offers a new sunflower petal and says: "Be what you want to be. I love you - yellow or red."
And for the first time in a while the little rose feels like wanting to be what it really is.
Your Knight.