When Flowers Dance
Once upon a time, in a far-away land, there was a flower that grew out of a rock. Its petals were solid; its soft parts hard.
All the flowers around had names and colours and admirers; this one had none of the aforementioned. It simply existed among the cacophony of hues and smells.
Strange as it was, this flower received torrents of stinging words, slander and defamation. “You bizarre specie”; “You’re as rigid as a mountain”; and, most annoyingly, “You will never have a name.” Even the sun deemed it too tough for its own good, and the clouds though she was undeserving of their tears. But this rock-grown flower knew better than to feel sorry for itself.
The rocky flower grew weary and disheartened. It wished death upon itself, yet how can death bend the life of a rock? At that instant of absolute sorrow, the wind blew from all four corners. The flowers around began to dance, cackling softly and making of the outcast, “What are you, deaf? Can’t you hear the wind singing?” Yet the flowers were too busy flaunting their petals and thorns, that they’d misread the message the wind had been carrying. A change was coming: the season was overturning.
Fall came howling through the trees, and all the flowers died. They undressed themselves and wilted against the power of the climate. Yet our flower remained solid, standing upright, receiving rain and sunshine with a brazen spirit. It waited four long seasons before it could meet its abusers again; and, just as they bloomed again, the lampooning resumed. “You’re still alive!” they all laughed in unison.
This did not bother the rocky flower. For it knew something the others didn’t. The flower they mocked had witnessed the change of the seasons, and they did not. Their pride hindered them from understanding that that same flower they hated knew a life that revolted against itself, a sun emasculated by the moon, a drought that made mountains burst in rivers of tears, and a breeze that taught a gust of wind how to serenade a broken heart.
The flower that grew out of a rock knew all this. The others knew nothing.