There was a wall of soil.
A bright sun kept it warm.
But the darkness of the vacant, roofless room made the growth hurt
when a lone flower spurt from the fertile earth.
The flower prayed every night for the Sun's light.
Blinded by the night, the flower was unable to see it's shadow to show his rising height.
No mirrors or a filled flowered field to observe or compare it's growth.
The flower didn't see how much the darkness made him grow until the Sun was out.
That's how he found out he was taller now but falsely credited the Sun.
The gift and curse of the wallflower.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
There was a wall of soil.
A bright sun kept it warm.
But the darkness of the vacant, roofless room made the growth hurt
when a lone flower spurt from the fertile earth.
The flower prayed every night for the Sun's light.
Blinded by the night, the flower was unable to see it's shadow to show his rising height.
No mirrors or a filled flowered field to observe or compare it's growth.
The flower didn't see how much the darkness made him grow until the Sun was out.
That's how he found out he was taller now but falsely credited the Sun.
The gift and curse of the wallflower.
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