Birth of a seed

Birth of a seed in to a valley of flowers. It grew into a plant – with perfect flowers. The mother plant was happy to see it blooming – rising everyday with happy leaves and flowers. There was sunlight for plant, moon light too. There was nurture for roots, nature too. One day, a woman passed by. She was gorgeous with a hat full of flowers. She loved the plant – also its flowers. She bent down to pluck the perfect shaded flower. Plant was thrilled to see something more beautiful than its flowers. It felt like showering her with its every flower. She plucked just one – it was painful for the plant. But it was in love with that human flower.

Adoration in her eyes was all that it wanted. Her attention, her time – was its pride to be flaunted. The mother plant knew the circular story. She had her own history. But the plant was new. About the world it had no clue. Its flowers were prettier now, Every day it had new flowers somehow. Its life was dedicated to that lady. All it wanted was to please the lady. But good things come in small packages.

Lady got tired of those flowers. She had other dresses too. World of fragrances – had a large crew. Plant looked at her with hope. It twisted its branches to flaunt its flowers. But the lady had lost her interest. It was with some other plant her senses were now at rest. Plant bloomed for one season. For another season too. But then it realised – its mother’s woo. Ladies gonna come and ladies gonna leave. Some will love it. Some will just show. The flowersw will be plucked. Flowers will be wasted too. Every season the plant will die . Every season it will revive too.

Its all in circle – it is then that it realised. The circle of life – the cycle of woo. It is then that it saw its mother – the plant – separate from crew.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer