More questions in the essence of a woman,All answers aren't in the man;Ridiculous that it may seem to be,Innovations for them to see.All in a woman is complete,All in a woman is the strongest gender;Unknown to the man in their lives,Reserve is always in a woman's mind.Our time has come to embrace,Reservations will not be in place,All is well in the battle of the race.
Everything that was need to know but not the intent;
Now, many things has happened indeed,
Although, it is believed to be seen;
More and more each day,
All I see is you by the bay;
Love is not meant for us,
Allowance of space and time is in us;
People think that we are not meant to be,
I will always put you in my heart with a key;
Time is not on our side,
After all, it's our destiny if we are abide;
Now, letting go of you in my heart, in my soul and in my life.
On a hot summer day, there is a flower waking from its pot. The heat of the sun is making the flower weak.
“Oh, mighty sun, why are you giving me so much heat?” the flower asked.
The sun replied, “My little flower. I only give you light for energy.”
“But, mighty sun, my soil in this pot is beginning to dry up.” The flower said.
The sun did not listen to the flower pleading. It just continues to let its rays into the land. While, the flower is trying to hide from the sun because it feels steaming hot.
Then, a butterfly went to the flower to taste its sweet nectar and helps the flower collects the pollen to its stigma.
“Hello, my precious flower. Why do you look so gloomy?” asked the butterfly.
“Hi, butterfly. The mighty sun did not try to listen to me when it gives energy which is too much for me now. The soil is drying up and I need water to my roots.” the flower replied.
Suddenly, an ugly worm is eating the roots of the flower. The butterfly tries to scare the worm but it is too strong. Blow after blow between the butterfly and the worm. The sad thing though, the flower is getting weaker every minute. A little carbon dioxide it inhales and oxygen it exhales more. Furthermore, the sun is giving so much heat.
Then, it started to rain hard, so, the ugly worm began to drown from too much water and washed away from the flower’s roots. The butterfly hides under the flower from the heavy pour of rain. After the rain, the butterfly thanks the flower.
Afterwards, the butterfly talks to the sun. “Please stop giving extreme heat to the flower. Maybe just moderate temperature.”
The sun agrees to the suggestion of the butterfly because the sun realizes that the flower almost died for too much lightenergy.
After seeing what happened, the butterfly thanks the sun and leave.
The flower lives and it blossom to become a fruit.
This is an original short story by Sampaguita Flores-Nepomuceno.