Losing Flowers

 Author's Note: This is a creative piece on the life of a flower which is finding out the way of life and developing sympathy for the flower across the way.

            The view from the flower bed had always been exhilarating for the many flowers planted here. Every day the sun warmed our leaves and we were cooled down by a nice shower, clearing the dirt from our petals. I always thought it was nice being planted with other flowers. Since I am tulip, I rise a little beyond everyone, seeing small humans playing and large trees swaying.

            One day the heat from the sun was overwhelming, and my fellow flowers began to wilt. By night time they had mending with wood chips: dead. There was another flower just like me across the yard.  Like me it was along in the middle of dead flowers. We looked like two lonely stars in the night sky. The next day, was just as hot as the last and I began to think to myself if I would ever be surrounded more lovely flowers as I had been before. Dead flowers being ripped from the ground and thrown into large bags by humans was terrifying. It was the same for the flower in the next bed, it too was seeing what horrors the humans were doing to our kind and maybe we would be next.

            Just after the last flower was plucked from the bed, I knew something was going to happen. I knew it was something I had never seen before. I knew it would change my life along with the life of the other flower in the next bed. A human, mush taller than I’ve seen before, came out with little bags of seeds. It took a shovel and made a large hole and dropped a seed in it. This must be it, I thought, its’ planting new flowers!

            After weeks of anticipation, the seeds sprouted from the ground, growing tall and green. Buds blossomed from the tips of the stem and turn marvelous colors. When I was watching this miracle, I glanced across the way to notice that the other flower in the next bed was still alone. No flowers bloomed around it. Sadness grew through me, that flower was going to be alone for the rest of its life. My feeling in my heart for the flower grew as tall as the seeds next to me were.

            As the flowers next to me grew more beautiful, the flower across the way grew more alone. I stared for days on end until it became colder and windier. With the force of what seemed a never ending blow, the flower in the next bed, ripped out of the ground and swirled through the sky. My eyes followed the lost flower until I could see it moved behind the overgrown trees and disappeared. I wish I could have done something to help the flower be happy, but I could not. I knew I had more flowers around me, but nothing would fill the hole in my heart of where the other lost flower had lived before.