1 views
The lonely plant
The sun is glaring at me again with all its anger and I don’t even know what I did to deserve it. I’m just a tiny stone plant, barely seen by anyone. The rock next to me protects me from the sun, but not all the time and hardly at this time of the day. I also have no family and that means I’m always lonely with absolutely nothing to do but think.
No one knows what its like to be me. I have no amazing smell like the woolly thyme that grows a little to the left of me to attract people. I’m so tiny that no one notices me which means that I’m practically invisible. The only time I’ve ever been noticed is when people step on me and even then, I get no acknowledgment whatsoever. People stepping on me is also why I have no family. I do look very pretty and aesthetic though. With a white border and a pretty orangish - red colour in the middle in blobs that makes me look like a lemon with all the wrong colours.
Oh, wait. I almost forgot. There was this one time that a little girl noticed me. That day was probably the miserable day of my life and I don’t think it’s going to happen again. Which is such a relief. Then I was what you called a flowering stone plant. I used to grow a flower almost the day after the old one died. It was this lemony yellow colour with very thin petals and soft spikes in the middle that were the same colour. One day I had just grown a new flower and other than that it was a pretty normal day. A normal day for me consists of thinking about how the wooly thyme attracts more people than me, people watching and making up stories about each and every one and thinking up ways of how I can quench my boredom. That day while I was people watching I saw a little girl and her mother holding hands and walking. They were coming towards me. When they reached me, the little girl stopped, got down on her knees and brought her face a little too close to the flower for my comfort. I thought of the flower as my little girl and I wasn’t very comfortable with this girl making my little girl uncomfortable even a tiny bit. She thankfully just then withdrew her head a bit and stared at me. The girl then lifted one of her soft hands and proceeded to touch the flower very softly. She then plucks the petals lightly which sent a jolt of pain through the flower and all the way to me. Then the mother scolded the girl for hurting the flower which is a good thing because otherwise I might have done something worse. But then I remembered that I was a tiny plant practically invisible. What harm could I do to a little girl? The answer is nothing. Thankfully the girl and the mother walked away and a day like that hasn’t occurred since then.
And so, I continue my existence, tucked away in the shadows, unnoticed and unacknowledged with the memories of that lingering. A bittersweet reminder of the momentary attention I once received. But in the grand scheme of things, I am but a lonely stone plant, adorned with peculiar beauty, unnoticed by most.
The sun, unrelenting still casts its fiery gaze upon me, but I persevere, finding peace and calm in the momentary cool by the nearby rock. Loneliness is my constant companion and thoughts my only company.
As I lay here, with no one to share my days with, I find comfort in the simplicity of my existence. I may not have a fragrant allure like the woolly thyme, nor am I a spectacle that demands the gaze of a passerby.
In this quiet corner of nature, I have learned to appreciate the beauty in being overlooked. The world may not know every detail of my existence or the pain felt by me delicate flower at the hands of that curious child but in this anonymity, I find a peculiar sense of contentment knowing that I am part of the intricate dance of life, even if I remain unseen in its grand spectacle
© Ruuuuu
No one knows what its like to be me. I have no amazing smell like the woolly thyme that grows a little to the left of me to attract people. I’m so tiny that no one notices me which means that I’m practically invisible. The only time I’ve ever been noticed is when people step on me and even then, I get no acknowledgment whatsoever. People stepping on me is also why I have no family. I do look very pretty and aesthetic though. With a white border and a pretty orangish - red colour in the middle in blobs that makes me look like a lemon with all the wrong colours.
Oh, wait. I almost forgot. There was this one time that a little girl noticed me. That day was probably the miserable day of my life and I don’t think it’s going to happen again. Which is such a relief. Then I was what you called a flowering stone plant. I used to grow a flower almost the day after the old one died. It was this lemony yellow colour with very thin petals and soft spikes in the middle that were the same colour. One day I had just grown a new flower and other than that it was a pretty normal day. A normal day for me consists of thinking about how the wooly thyme attracts more people than me, people watching and making up stories about each and every one and thinking up ways of how I can quench my boredom. That day while I was people watching I saw a little girl and her mother holding hands and walking. They were coming towards me. When they reached me, the little girl stopped, got down on her knees and brought her face a little too close to the flower for my comfort. I thought of the flower as my little girl and I wasn’t very comfortable with this girl making my little girl uncomfortable even a tiny bit. She thankfully just then withdrew her head a bit and stared at me. The girl then lifted one of her soft hands and proceeded to touch the flower very softly. She then plucks the petals lightly which sent a jolt of pain through the flower and all the way to me. Then the mother scolded the girl for hurting the flower which is a good thing because otherwise I might have done something worse. But then I remembered that I was a tiny plant practically invisible. What harm could I do to a little girl? The answer is nothing. Thankfully the girl and the mother walked away and a day like that hasn’t occurred since then.
And so, I continue my existence, tucked away in the shadows, unnoticed and unacknowledged with the memories of that lingering. A bittersweet reminder of the momentary attention I once received. But in the grand scheme of things, I am but a lonely stone plant, adorned with peculiar beauty, unnoticed by most.
The sun, unrelenting still casts its fiery gaze upon me, but I persevere, finding peace and calm in the momentary cool by the nearby rock. Loneliness is my constant companion and thoughts my only company.
As I lay here, with no one to share my days with, I find comfort in the simplicity of my existence. I may not have a fragrant allure like the woolly thyme, nor am I a spectacle that demands the gaze of a passerby.
In this quiet corner of nature, I have learned to appreciate the beauty in being overlooked. The world may not know every detail of my existence or the pain felt by me delicate flower at the hands of that curious child but in this anonymity, I find a peculiar sense of contentment knowing that I am part of the intricate dance of life, even if I remain unseen in its grand spectacle
© Ruuuuu
