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  • I bloomed on a Friday morning, the day of Venus, the day of beauty. The night before was dreamy. The moon shone on me as it did on my brethren. We were on the journey together; we bloomed together from buds to flowers. As I bloomed, I thought I grew wings, my brothers laughed when I tried to fly, I laughed with them too. When the first ray of the morning sun fell on me I stretched my wings wide like I could hug the world
    I saw faces, humans, cats, dogs, pigeons, crows, butterflies, moths and many more. I saw happy faces, they made me happy. And when I saw bored and sad faces, I wish I could give them my smile. The first zephyr of the morning swayed me and I danced. I danced all day and rested my aching petals at night. The calm, moony night and the ache in my petals was sumptuous - I felt alive!

    I saw my brothers. They were beautiful! I must be beautiful too? Serene white and heavenly orange? I am beautiful! But more beautiful than me is this world. Perched at the very top of my lovely parent tree, I saw the world around me, big buildings and vehicles. I wish I saw more but that wasn't to be. I would have liked to know what it was to travel, to walk, crawl, run, swim or fly and reach another part of the world and see how it is - the colours, the faces, the aromas, the melodies.

    Imagination is a gift that took me places where I couldn’t go. I heard a twenty-something woman’s inner mind whisper about Paris as she passed me. She must love that city very much for what she whispered was romantic. I thought about Paris for a long time until a dove flew past me. I wondered what it had for lunch and immediately after I saw a bug crawl on the ground and sent a quick prayer up for it. The kids came out to play in the evening, they had a big ball and their laughter was music! And then it rained on me and my heart danced with joy - I danced for hours. The touch of water on my skin gave me what humans call bliss.

    I saw so many things, heard so much and the aromas made me 'mmm...' It's such a beautiful world.
    I knew my time here is short. The next day I fall. It is comforting to know that I will feel the earth on my cheek tomorrow morning and take in its heavenly smell in my last breath. My brothers will fall with me. When you see me, I am most likely to be on earth. I don't know what holds me thereafter but if you find me, it will be nice if you picked me and put me in between the pages of your book. I would like it very much indeed if it is a book you love.
    I must part now but I hope my life has sent its message into the world- love the world, be alive to everything around you, live, respect the earth for it holds you and its people – they hold you too, never stop reading, never stop imagining.

    Yours truly,
    Ms Whyte Flower
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