A day at a meadow
A tale of a harmonious being
The sun kissed the earth as it does every morning. Each flower in a meadow raised its head towards the rayons, all sharing the same hope: to be visited by bumblebees and butterflies. Standing tall and proud, the Roses started to boast about their vibrant red petals and delightful fragrance.
“We are the most beautiful of all,” they declared, heads held high.
Nearby, the Daisies were much more modest. With their white petals and sunny yellow centers, they smiled up at the sky, content with the gentle breeze that swayed them.
The Sunflowers, with their big, cheerful faces, always turned toward the sun, soaking up its warmth and light. They didn’t concern themselves with beauty contests or the best fragrance. They were happy just to be alive and growing.
Then there were the Bluebells, who shyly peeked out from the grass, their tiny blue petals ringing with every breeze. They didn’t seek attention but simply enjoyed their quiet existence among the other flowers.
The Tulips stood gracefully with their varied colours of red, yellow, and pink. They shared whispers, admiring the meadow’s vibrant diversity.
“We may not be the tallest or the most fragrant,” a Tulip in red said, “but our colours bring joy to the meadow.”
“Yes,” agreed a yellow Tulip, “and we bloom in such wonderful harmony.”
The meadow buzzed with excitement as the bumblebees and butterflies arrived. The Roses stretched their stems even higher, sure they would be the first choice. The Daisies, Sunflowers, Tulips, and Bluebells waited quietly, each hoping for a visitor.
The first butterfly fluttered over to a Daisy. “Your simplicity and pure beauty are refreshing,” it said, landing gently on a white petal.
The Daisy blushed with joy, its yellow center glowing brighter. “Thank you,” it whispered, “your visit means the world to me.”
A bumblebee soon landed on a Sunflower. “I love your cheerful disposition and how you always face the sun,” it buzzed.
The Sunflower beamed with happiness, its face turning even more towards the light. “It’s the sun that gives me strength,” it replied warmly.
The Roses, however, grew impatient. “Why aren’t they coming to us?” they whispered among themselves.
Just then, a wise old bumblebee approached. “You Roses are indeed beautiful, but humility and kindness are also very attractive.”
Feeling a bit humbled, the Roses lowered their heads just slightly, their pride giving way to a softer demeanor. To their surprise, a butterfly soon landed on one of them.
“Ah, now I see your true beauty,” it said. “Not just in your petals but in your grace.”
“Thank you,” the Rose replied softly.
The Bluebells, hidden among the grass, finally felt a gentle touch. A butterfly had found them. “Your quiet beauty is like a secret treasure,” it whispered.
The Bluebells swayed with happiness, their tiny petals shimmering. “We’re glad you noticed us,” they chimed, their voices like a delicate bell.
A little distance away, the Lilies of the Valley raised their bell-shaped blooms, their fragrance subtle but enchanting. “We may be small,” they spoke among themselves, “but our scent carries far.”
A curious butterfly flitted over to the Lilies of the Valley. “Your scent is like a hidden song,” it praised, “so sweet and enchanting.”
The Lilies bowed gracefully. “We’re honoured by your presence,” they replied.
The meadow was a place for all kinds of beauty, where pride could dim a rose’s shine, and humility could make a daisy glow even brighter. The flowers lived in harmony, each proud of their unique qualities yet humble in their hearts.
As the day came to a close, the sun lowered, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, promising to return and kiss the earth again. The meadow settled into a peaceful slumber, a haven of beauty and tranquillity, where every flower, regardless of its appearance, had its unique charm.
