It starts with a seed, manufactured and designed with you and me in mind.
They’re planted in artificial soil and commanded when to grow. Conducted through life without harmony. Forced to mature quicker. Stronger.
Their purpose is chosen. Plucked from wires, imitating roots, and altered for reasons they cannot comprehend. They’re only admired for their rudimentary colors. Their unimaginative scents. The intricacies within are never seen. Never appreciated. They’re caged in glass and fed nutrients we wouldn’t dare feed ourselves.
They wither in time and are replaced by others more illustrious. They’re forgotten…these melancholy flowers. Stashed behind doors without handles.
Sad and melancholy, but well done and leaves a lingering impression. I liked it!
Inspiring, beautifully written. Love this Brandon!
From perspective of the flower, wouldn’t have thought it would make such an interesting story in a few words.
This subtly speaks volumes about the world we live in. Nicely done.
Great read
Love the last line.
– esme