The silverlining

This post is dedicated to a friend.

Once there was a little flower. A little flower that lived amongst the million strands of grass. She would bloom in the morning looking at the sun. They were the best of friends. When the sun went behind the clouds she would wait for the clouds to pass. She would smile, and glow a radiance that would bring a smile to the eyes of the beholder.

But one day, the sky was full of clouds. It rained and rained. Deafening thunder and blinding lightning filled the skies. It seemed the sun had gone for ever. The ravaging wind tested the flower. The flower shivered in fear, scared that the wind would uproot her from her roots. She tried hard to fight the wind, but eventually, she was separated from the ground. She was taken by the gushing wind into the horizon. Soon, the storm had passed. She found herself dry, lying on unknown soil. She looked around. She had dried up. Her seeds had fallen to the ground. The sun smiled at her. She tried to smile back. She was weak, she was old. She went to sleep. She slept for many days.

One day the wind whistled into her ears. She opened up her eyes. She looked around. There were little buds surrounding her. They were dancing in the wind eager to grow up and bloom. As she closed her eyes, she understood, that she has attained her destiny. She closed her eyes one last time.