One day a princess was crying by her garden, when she opened her eyes she was sitting on the cobblestone with a scraped knee.
“Why are you crying?” someone asked out of the blue.
She turned around to see whom it was but she didn’t find anything.
“I’m over here” the voice called softly.
By the edge of the cobble stoned floor was planted a Daffodil. Not just an ordinary Daffodil but also a very pale one in color. Its leaves were slightly torn as well as its petals were near to torn.
“Now tell me little princess, what’s with those tears?” it asked kindly.
She wiped her tears and sniffed and went beside the Daffodil.
“Its my sisters, they are very pretty princesses you see, *sniff and I’m very sad that I can’t be like that and *sniff please my father *sniff” she wiped her tears.
“There There princess, there is no such thing as pleasing your father or being like your sisters, in fact you can’t please everyone but you are to remember that whatever you do, everyone will be proud and happy for you as long as you gave your best.” The Daffodil smiled.
The princess touched the Daffodil’s petals, caressing it carefully.
“How can you say that?” she asked.
“ I have bloomed to my fullest dear princess, I know what the bees talk about, what the weeds gossip, what the rain cries and to whom the wind sings to. I don’t need any flower to tell me how bright yellow I need to be or what to give to the bees for honey, because I know that whatever will happen the soil I have come to know and love will cling on to me until I reach my full bloom by spring.” The Daffodil answered.
“It’s spring! Why aren’t you as bright as the other flowers?” the princess said aloud.
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Just the daily random stuffs I write. :)
For Picasso ^___^ & my friends [CKL!]

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