The Tale of the Yellow-Bright Flower Flowers feel feelings.
Strong emotions vibrating out through their stamens and pistols.
It's a secret well-known by flower lovers who coax blooms open with whispered encouragements.
So it should be no surprise that the yellow-bright flower growing in a large red field trembled with feelings now.
Yes,
He trembled each day from the strong feelings he felt.
He felt different,
After all,
Which is always a strong and unsettling thing to feel.
He was the only yellow-bright flower flowering in a field of red something-or-other plants,
Whatever they were.
He knew walkers walking by stopped walking and wondered at the sight of the yellow-bright flower,
Stopped and stared before walking on.
He knew he was some special thing,
The only thing of his kind.
But so what,
Because the only thing of anything is always a very lonely thing to be,
No matter what thing it is.
Until one midnight,
Moon-full,
Light-bright night,
As the yellow-bright flower bobbed on a summer wind,
The field spoke to him.
Yes,
A voice came from the field itself,
From one red something-or-other plant itself in the field itself.
This plant,
Whatever it was,
Now spoke to the yellow-bright flower by saying this,
You're not really alone,
You know.
No one and nothing had ever spoken to the yellow-bright flower before.
To say the yellow-bright flower was startled would be an understatement.
Remember,
Flowers feel strong feelings.
You've missed it all along.
The red plant went on to the yellow-bright flower.
You're a rose.
So am I.
So are we all,
All of us in this big field.
If you're yellow with a different bloom,
Your color only adds to the beauty of this field.
And it's all of us,
Together,
That the walkers stop walking to see,
Not just you.
Together we're a garden.
Alone,
You're only one pretty but very small blossom.
Funny how this changed things for the yellow-bright flower,
Who now recognized he was really a yellow-bright rose.
Funny how those few words changed everything.
Because no thing is really the only thing of anything,
No matter how special that one thing is.
Somehow it helps to feel this when you're a flower feeling strong feelings.
Yes,
Somehow a flower garden just feels like a much less lonely place to flower,
Don't you think?
Moral,
We stop feeling isolated when we understand we're part of something larger than ourselves.
