I was walking down a path unknown to most.
An old road that was once overused
Now full of cracks speckled with rocks
here and there.
This path was a favorite of mine.
A place where I could wander
And be myself
With only nature to judge me.
I was walking on a chilly October afternoon
as something caught my attention in the corner of my eye.
A little flower, just a sapling
Standing ***** in between the cracks of this old road.
"What are you doing here, flower?
Are you lost?"
"Nonsense," it replied to me.
"I've found just what I was looking for."
This flower was unlike any other I'd seen.
Its petals were soft, like bed sheets just out of the dryer.
How was it surviving here?
How was it surviving between the cracks of this old road, unknown to most?
I separated the flower from its roots and carried it with me.
We shared our secrets with each other
We conversed for hours
We developed the kind of friendship I had been seeking for longer than I can remember.
The flower had the sweetest scent
The smell of nature, the smell of dirt,
The smell of rain.
All composed into one scent erupting from the petals.
That scent died one day.
Slowly, it began to slip away.
The life of the poor sapling drained as if slipping through a funnel into an empty sink.
Why would God do this to me?
Why would he take my best friend
and all of my secrets and feelings
and thoughts with him?
I had something special
But I knew it was too good to be true
Why did I separate the flower from its roots, only for our love to die a few days later
Along with it's soul?
Why must I be so thoughtless..