That Yellow Flower

A flower, so pretty: yellow with five petals, displayed in contrast among the leaves. She wasn’t there to attract any attention, yet she stopped me in my tracks. Her beauty was overwhelming: the intricate fiber of the petals, the yellow to white gradation. It was all too beautiful!

For a moment, I got transported into another world where I was a little child again. Looking at things with fresh eyes, I saw her with wonder and awe.

I wanted to touch her, smell her, caress her, play with her, take her with me, and own her forever. But if I did so, I would get attached to her. Thus, had I plucked her, both she and I would wither and die.

So, after our brief encounter, I said my goodbye.

And she said hers.