I've lived longer than the rest of them; I am the only
one left. Still waiting for some more to come and give me company. Yet I look
so beautiful all alone, sometimes I am happy all of the flowers are all gone so
I look original and no other flower can make me look just like them. I really
don’t mind being the last flower living in the flowerbed, yet sometimes I wish
there was another. But not the same type of flower as me, a different one so we
have uniqueness to the garden. Someday, someday I just hope I will have another
flower stand up next to me.
Oh
look now, the gardener has brought a few flowers. Luckily none of them look
like
me.
I am a sunflower. The other ones are daisies. This means I will stand taller
than the rest and be unique, unlike the short daisies. There is just one thing
that I am scared of, being clipped and dying just like the rest of them. Or not
getting enough water to survive. I just hope that doesn’t happen to me. I want
to live longer; I want to be admired by the people who walk past the garden.
That is all a flower really ever asks for. People just don’t understand the
role a flower plays. We want to be admired by everyone. Yes we understand
cutting us and giving us to someone makes them happy, but it doesn’t make us
happy. Well it does, just it hurts and we become dead after a while of not
being in the ground.
Furthermore, I am just happy to have not been cut off
of my stem. I would like to give more and more people the enjoyment of looking
at me and admiring my height and beauty. Oh look, some children are coming. And
there goes one of the daisies. Poor daisy, it was only buried in the ground for
such a short amount of time. But that is how it does. And soon, I might end up
being the single flower in the garden again.
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