Rise

Back in the deserts there was a kingdom of floras, every flora magnificent than the other, except for the very last one who was habituated on the edge of the road. She was the simplest amidst all. While all others were busy glimmering in their sweet colors and fragrance after the touch of rain, she decided to stare at the sunshine and moonlight wondering how to sparkle the world around her. Due to her distance she chose in both the homing and thoughts, she would often be undervalued and criticized by the other beauties and as well by most in the kingdom.

As the seasons passed by the kingdom kept blooming, in their colors and perfume and every flora was noticed more than before. On the other hand, the little one on the edge worked to burrow her roots strong and expanded, expanding everyday to get one crawl closer to the road she gazed at. And for this she had to face her mud every day, damaging the littlest corner of her petal and burrowing her scent in her roots. For this, she was often seen as a disgust, too little and too low by the rest of the floras. Even the breeze those flew by, decided not to touch her for days, except for a very light breeze once. This breeze smelled her fragrance she burrowed and wanted to be the only one to touch and feel it so it decided to visit her every day. Whilst all other breezes would flatter the movements of the gentle petals of other floras, this breeze only visited her telling her how different of a charm she was. There were days she wouldn’t let the breeze puff her, but there came days when she began to enjoy dancing in the breeze’s blow and just when she would let the breeze have a small taste of her aroma, something happened…

With every other breeze, this breeze decided to change its direction towards the kingdom and never showed up again. This change of course damaged that little diligent into weak and gloominess. The other floras had one more reason to taunt her again. Her roots were splintering and her road seemed far by. She wouldn’t look at the sunshine and moonlight for days and seasons.

Then one night, suddenly came a storm. The entire kingdom, all of its beauties blown away, off their roots at once! Except they failed to spread their strength at the one at the far edge, although she was shivering out of fear and cold, she decided to stand straight and fight back the storm that night. She fought and fought until the sun showed up and it was all warm once again.

She looked back at the sunshine and smiled and waited till the light filled her up once again. She stood shattered but brave, she stood broken but bold. She stood only to realize that the storm she fought spread her fragrance, now throughout the desert. She stood only to see that road she wanted to reach was now beneath her rooted feet. She stood only to realize that once again she newly Rose.

Who knows where you have been, how you made it this far. Who knows the pain of the travel yet who knows the joy of the sunshine and moonlight. Who knows, but You, the contentment of rising.

The wildest, stand strongest

                                           The wildest, stand strongest

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