A Story

It had taken her a while to get aquainted with her new surrondings. The winds blew strong high up in the tree and every morning she had to work to spread her petals outwards. At times during the day, when the sky grew cold and shivers ran throughout, she would laugh at herself and ask why in the world she decided to emerge. She'd even gaze down at the ground so far below and ask out of all the places her little blossom could have ended up why did it have to be on a tree so tall in a land so unknown. Yet, after many months she finally felt at home. The tree no longer seemed like such a stark distant figure, but instead offered her a place of warmth and protection. She knew just the right position to open up in the morning so that the purplish color of her petals would glimmer in the near by pond. And she finally learned how to swing and play with the wind. She was happy.