Cherish
A small lonely gray rock, standing amidst a field of daisies. A playfull breeze sends chills through each stalk.
Feeling warmth from the benevolent sun, they smile at the chance to express joy.
To imagine for a second what a single cloud could do... the fragile dreams sliced to a thousand tiny pieces, every petal torn from it's stalk and crushed in the dirt below.
All that would remain, is the rock.
Cold, gray, unfeeling, and yet it survives.
But each gentle, warm flower, full of love...perishes.
Feeling warmth from the benevolent sun, they smile at the chance to express joy.
To imagine for a second what a single cloud could do... the fragile dreams sliced to a thousand tiny pieces, every petal torn from it's stalk and crushed in the dirt below.
All that would remain, is the rock.
Cold, gray, unfeeling, and yet it survives.
But each gentle, warm flower, full of love...perishes.
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