The Little Girl and the Wildflower - Part 2

[see also << Part - 1]

The snow came. And, with it, the blizzards. One by one, the leaves dropped off the wildflower’s stem.

The wildflower was no stranger to bitter winters. But, he had been careless, and time had been lost. Comfort was out of the question. He resigned himself to hunkering down through the cold as best as he could.

One day, soon after the ground and branches were shrouded in a blanket of white and there was frost in the high mountains, the wildflower was surprised to hear the small voice from the little cottage down the hill again: “Wildflower,” it said, “I miss you a little. It would be nice if we could be friends.”

The wildflower knew not what to answer. So many emotions welled up inside him. “Little girl! Oh, little girl!” he thought to himself, “Do you know what you have done? You have gone and taken the one thing that you want from me, and put it completely outside my power to give you!”

“Look inside yourself, little girl”, said the wildflower to himself, “I have not stopped being your friend! Yet, why do you feel that I am not? I have not changed at all. I continue to remain who I always was: that little something so different from what you imagined me to be. It is you who have changed, little girl. And I have not the power to change you back.”

And, as he thought that thought, a little sigh escaped the wildflower and fell onto the snow as one tiny white petal.

The small voice from down the hill went unanswered.

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