Flower

 

JUST LIKE infants who start from being minuscule cells in a womb, a flower begins its life from a seed that needs its own sustenance to survive. Prior to its maturation, it will remain as a seed hidden from the monochromacy of the land if needs are not met, making its concealment from the shadows of the surface an ambiguous chance to fully blossom and cultivate its higher purpose above the land. 

In a time when the world fathoms the presence of these maturing seedlings, it signifies the quittance of its prerequisite gains from the water that coats every seed and the energy from the striking sun’s rays for a positive outlook of its developing roots from beneath, betokening the depth and strength of its animated presence.

Everything starts with a small step, and in due time, the mother plant continuously grows underneath and above the land, supporting life and an ecosystem of its own—a light in the darkness of times and a guide from the antagonists of living. The flower blooms in the ethereal sky, flaunting its vibrant hues to the world and symbolizing the rekindled touches of bliss and hope. 

The process of a flower blooming above the fields was never easy, but it propounded a new perspective in the spectrum of life — that its growth could have never been thought to be a veiled paramount for the world’s survival. Its vibrancy sparked a faculty of fresh desires and reassurance; it evoked life and calls to mind lives to be dependent on. Its peduncles and pedicels have supported a bee’s survival to efficiently absorb its necessities and a home for a caterpillar to grow its wings and fly on its own as new symbols of hope and color to the world and its inhabitants. A flower continues to be a witness to the different stories of nature, and it remains as a radiant tone that dyes the sky in the nimbus-clouded instances of life as one withers and the other lives, an emblem of new dreams that its dependents will follow through.

A flower continues to be a witness to the different stories of nature, and it remains as a radiant tone that dyes the sky in the nimbus-clouded instances of life...

Above all, a flower, no matter how it is formed, represents the magic to bring an offspring and continue the life cycle of its co-species. It is demanding in nature to create a home for another species, but it is in a sketch of wizardry to create a home for the life of one’s own and a life to carry on.