The Little Flower

Once upon a time, in a large and verdant woods, a small flower opened its petals for the first time. They were soft and downy, a pretty pale blue that slowly lightened towards yellow at the very centre, and as the flower tilted his head towards the warming spring sunlight, they unfurled into a beautiful crown.

The rest of the flower was still very small, but he knew as he stretched up towards the sunlight that he would soon be tall and strong, just like the other flowers around him; stems as thick as a human finger, with broad leaves that cradled their own petals. His flower patch helped him grow, using their roots under the ground to feed him food as he soaked up the energy from the Scottish sun, all the mycelium that hitched a ride on their roots pitching in.

Bees would join in the fun too, flying from flower to flower as they helped eachother, pollen for pollen, and the little flower was so happy to be growing up in such a wonderful flowerpatch.

But, as spring always does, the sunny weather soon turned tumultuous, wind howling through the treeline and catching at the flowers in the brush. The little flower was desperately afraid as the cold rain hammered down on their soil, and the fierce wind tugged at his petals. In fright, he curled up tight, hiding his petals from the rest of the world. The other flowers did the same, closing up as the bright spring turned it's fiercesome cheek.

But the other flowers did not let him be afriad alone, and soon through their root system, the little flower felt the love from his patch envelope him in a warm embrace. Little flower, don't worry, they told him. We are all here, and our roots and stems are tangled strong together. Though the weather is loud and blusterous, it is just the spring tempering the winter and summer against eachother. The sun will return; so will the wind, and the rain, but they are a cycle, and each part gives us our life.

The little flower did not believe them at first, but when the wind stopped blowing as fiercely, and the rain became a gentle, soothing patter, he uncurled and took his first look at a rainy, windy world.

The trees high above danced playfully in the wind, and along the ground, wet leaves twirled with eachother in the grass. Above, in the sky, the sun shone brightly among deep grey clouds, and center to it all was a bright rainbow, a riot of colour that arched across the horizon. In amazement, the flower unfurled it's petals once more, and stretched them joyfully towards the rain. All around him the other flowers did the same and together they let the wind push them around in a dance.

Even the stormy sides of spring can be bright and beautiful when he was with his flowerpatch.