The Flowers Dance

I personally don't remember how long I had been asleep, it had felt like years, centuries even. But it had only been 4 months since mother had laid me down for my long nap. I had slowly sprouted my stem right by all my friends. I could feel the rush of warmth take over my body. It had felt like heaven after being in such conditions for so long. I felt mature and ready to take on the world! I was scared and even a little doubtful but i had faith id be one of the 32% that makes it out in this tough world, me and my family, out to defeat the world! I was not prepared when a ghostly feeling Swiped upon me, when the wind had brushed passed me causing me to harshley fling back. Yet, in the heat of the moment  I had remembered when I was younger and my mother had once told me, "Synthia, hunny, I will in fact miss you, but it's your time to become one with the wind, become one with the dance." The wind was whistling in my ears, the grass tickling my stem. the clouds were just as white as my sisters pedals. I only ever remembered her when I was just a little seed. But I love, and miss her nonetheless. But to my suprise, it was awakening time. Time to bloom. As I sat in the valley back to back with trillions of pieces of grass, I realize it is no longer winter, nor fall. No snow no leaves. everything was green, and color filled the air. It felt to soon when it became blooming time, time to reveal my colors. My whole life has been awaiting the moment to feel the warm spring breeze brush against my pedals, the only thing was. I'd have to learn to dance. I didn't know how to dance, I once asked my sister to teach me when I was just a stem. Our conversation did not last long until I realized she didn't want to. I then saw a flying bunch o' pedals. Or so I thought, Momma told me I would see these. But i didn't believe such creatures existed. Apparently it's a "BIRD" whatever that is. When I was just a seedling my mother had told me the dangers of the earth, and what is instore for me. I was excited, yet nervous. I was proud, yet fretful. I was mainly thrilled to finally get to see the millions of flowers bloom alongside my cheerful roots. As i slowly unfolded my first petal a brush of cold wind had tickled my underbelt. It felt as if chilly, yet joyful. I had slowly unfolded all of my pedals when I saw I was unfolding the last pedal. everyone had already bloomed, and was awaiting my arrival. The wind sweeped past us swaying me side to side. This is where I dance. Where I become, a true spring flower. across the sea of color was a bee swarm. Mother had told me about them, just as I extended my first root into the cold and brittle ground. She had warned me, "Once you bloom, you will become a part of economy, stay safe my beautiful child." I never knew what she meant, until I experienced it myself. I guess its true, here is where i become a flower. I am no longer a seed, nor a stem with a bundle of pedals compacted, protecting my inner - core. I am now forced to learn the movements of the wind, i had to master, The Flowers Dance. As I was moving following the spring breeze's unique patterns, a bee came up to me. it had whispered in my ear every so softly, it said, "I am here to take your nectar, I am here to spread your generation." It tickled as the bees straw-like tongue sucked about half of my delightful nectar. I couldn't help but giggle. Than I ever so slightly sway towards my sister as she dances in the cold breeze gracefully. I asked her if she had seen anything new. "No" she replied in a strict and dense tone. I asked her what was wrong but she was only able to slip the word, "Human" out of her mouth. assuming she was as joyful as I, I didn't pay much attention to it. about an hour had passed, when a weird creature came up to us. It had a basket in hand. and it spoke in a language I could not understand. It had not spoken in flower, nor bee, or squirrel, bird, bunny, nor butterfly. It had said the words, "Vamos a recoger las flores mamá allí maravilloso maravilloso!" I would later find out what she said, but it was to late. It started plucking each and every flower out of the ground just like a farmer does to fresh corn. Then it stops once it gets to me. I try speaking but I freeze in place, no longer am i happy and content swaying alongside the grass. I'm now getting ready to be picked, and placed in a vase full of my siblings. This is when i find out just exactly what the little girl had said, "Let's pick the flowers momma there wonderful wonderful!" yet it was to late, she had already stopped. The Flowers Dance. I feel myself backed up against other flowers of different types, when out of the blue I see the most breathtaking sight as i'm getting carried down a hill, there was a strange large box but surrounding it, was plants and grass and the most beautiful flower garden id ever seen! there were plenty of flowers, but one specific one caught my attention. It was white with red and blue speckles, right outside the windowsill. It had the most perfect straight stem, and the sun was just barely passed the middle of the sky providing the most spectacular spotlight! Me and my younger sister got placed behind a row of flowers. This was personally my favorite time of the day. There was no wind, a wall of bushes had covered us. There was no more dance. No more fun. But there was safety, and that's all a flower could ask for. In such a horrible world, where global warming is taking over our beautiful spring skys, and crystal waters. It seemed like nobody had cared, Yet this isn't the end of our story, it's only just started. In fact Our story has no end. It will travel with the wind, it will dance in the sorrows, and it will bask in the mistakes. yet it will always come up at top, and always keep its head up. Just like you should! Even when life is hard it's important to keep your head up! Try to stay smiling! Well that brings us to the present. To where we will leave.