Post by Emily Bailey on Dec 13, 2015 21:41:22 GMT -5
Few days late, live with it.
I felt the sun before I saw it. It was the first thing I was aware of. All warm and nice. I unfurrowed a bit more to suck up those rays. Then, it was gone. I slowly came around to sight, and saw just a few inches away, the precious sunlight. I was in a shadow. I peeked up, and saw stem. A bit farther, and petals. It was beautiful. Yellow, and green. I turned, and saw more of the plant towering above me. A plot away were pretty flowers of blue, purple, and pink. One saw me staring in awe, and scoffed.
"Not another weed" he sneered at me.
The others that looked just like him laughed meanly and threw taunts at me. My leaves wilted down as I saddened.
"You don't belong in the garden, weed. Go back to the yard. This place us for us flowers, not pesty weeds." A pink tulip threw at me.
"Now now, tulips, that's not kind. She deserves to be here as much as you do," the sunflower behind me rumbles.
I glance up again, and see a kind Surface MEDIA turned down at me. I smile, as perk up, spreading my leaves once again. Then, suddenly, something wrapped around me. I hear jeers and laughter as I'm jerked upwards, my roots ripping painfully from the rich soul. I loose a scream, as I wonder why I had to be a weed.
I felt the sun before I saw it. It was the first thing I was aware of. All warm and nice. I unfurrowed a bit more to suck up those rays. Then, it was gone. I slowly came around to sight, and saw just a few inches away, the precious sunlight. I was in a shadow. I peeked up, and saw stem. A bit farther, and petals. It was beautiful. Yellow, and green. I turned, and saw more of the plant towering above me. A plot away were pretty flowers of blue, purple, and pink. One saw me staring in awe, and scoffed.
"Not another weed" he sneered at me.
The others that looked just like him laughed meanly and threw taunts at me. My leaves wilted down as I saddened.
"You don't belong in the garden, weed. Go back to the yard. This place us for us flowers, not pesty weeds." A pink tulip threw at me.
"Now now, tulips, that's not kind. She deserves to be here as much as you do," the sunflower behind me rumbles.
I glance up again, and see a kind Surface MEDIA turned down at me. I smile, as perk up, spreading my leaves once again. Then, suddenly, something wrapped around me. I hear jeers and laughter as I'm jerked upwards, my roots ripping painfully from the rich soul. I loose a scream, as I wonder why I had to be a weed.