A moor. Overcast with heavy clouds. A gloomy darkness engulfing every corner as far as the eye could see. A lonely Daisy stood in the center imbibing an iota of energy every day too afraid to bloom. Unsure if she ever would.

He came along and cast a purposeful shaft of sunlight directly upon her. Showing her what she didn’t know about herself. Showing her the possibilities that existed. The potential for spring that was just around the corner. She couldn’t help herself but embrace the warmth and bask in the sunshine. For it is every flower’s desire to fulfil its destiny to bloom and show the world that even amidst the darkest of places something so beautiful can rise.

She woke up that day full of hope. She was dancing in the shower. She was singing in the mirror. She felt alive. Like she hadn’t in a long time. She felt a purpose. To not just survive but thrive. To be happy. To be free. She wanted to scream from the rooftops and let the world know what she had found. The little tendril that she was, made her way to Mother. A little girl. The spring in her step restored. A hop. A skip. A jump.

But her feet weren’t steady yet, for she hadn’t walked in eons. Mother didn’t want her to burn and extended her arms shielding her from the direct sun. She mistook the custodial move. She envisaged the clouds that had beaten down a relentless storm on her many times before. To protect her self she dug under the surface scampering for safety. The roots she once laid now vines intertwined around her neck choking her. She lay perfectly still once again, doing what she always did. Hiding in the shadows, accustomed the darkness.

Little did she know, just above the cusp of where she lay, he stood there, still shining brightly. Patient, tranquil, steadfast. For a day might come when she wants to bloom again. Resonating in the air words from Rumi – And still, after all this time, the Sun never said to the earth “You owe me”. Look what happens with love like that. It lights up the sky.

~ Fin ~