The Flower and the Trees
A wilted flower
Leans towards the ground
Tall oaks and friendly aspens
Crowd out the light
And stand so tall
“Why are you wilted, little flower?”
A friendly aspen asks
“I cannot reach the sun.
It is too far away for me to reach it.”
“Why don’t you grow taller?”
Asks the oak.
“I am not a tree, I am a flower.”
The aspen and the oak
Exchange a glance over the flower.
“Well, all you have to do is grow
and become a tree like us.
It is easy. It is what we do.”
“But I am a flower,”
Says the little flower.
“I cannot be a tree.
I like being a flower.”
The oak and the aspen
Why would a flower not want to be a tree?
A few days pass
It is now a windy day
And the wilted flower is blown back and forth
Crying out in fear,
Overwhelmed by the wind,
The flower huddles close to the ground
“Why are you crying out, little flower?”
Asks the aspen.
“The wind is so strong!”
“What wind?” says the oak
“I feel hardly anything at all.
Just a slight breeze.”
Another gust of wind blows by
And the flower is pushed over by the force
A few leaves in the trees rustle faintly
“Little flower, why are you so weak?”
Says the oak.
“You should become stronger
and then the wind won’t knock you over,”
Says the aspen.
“You don’t understand,” says the little flower
“I am not a tree! I am a flower.
I like being a flower!”
Exasperated, the oak says, “Why?
Being a tree is better.
We are able to reach the light.
We can feel the rain.
We have many other trees to talk to.
We are strong.
You are all alone
and you are wilted.”
“I like my colors,”
says the little flower.
“I like being able to see
all the animals and the bugs
that live in our forest.
I try to talk to the trees
so I won’t be so lonely,
But you cannot hear me
Unless you lean down.
But still I want to be a flower.
I could not be a tree.”
After this the oak and the aspen
Would lean down every day
To talk to the wilted flower
And the trees easily forgot
About the little wilted flower
The flower could not play the same games
Or see the birds pass overhead
“The flower’s world is so small,”
The oak said to the aspen.
“Perhaps the flower should be moved,”
To go be with other flowers
So one day they leaned down again
To see the little wilted flower
“We think you should go be with the other flowers,”
They told the little flower.
“But I cannot leave!” said the flower.
“But why not? There is nothing here
For you on the forest floor.”
“That is not true.
See that little bee that comes to be every day,
Without me, he could not get his pollen.
And what about the the baby raccoons
That I have been watching grow.
And the ladybug who sleeps
Under my leaves every night.
This is such a big world full
Of so many things
That are hard for a tree to see
“But you are so wilted, little flower,”
Said the aspen.
“I just need more water,” said the little flower.
So every day, the oak and the aspen
Would lean down and drop dew
Onto the little flower’s roots
At first, it was hard to see the difference
But as the days passed,
The little flower grew stronger
Was able to help the little bee more
And able to keep sheltering the ladybug
One day a big storm came to the forest
The oak and the aspen
Were afraid for the little flower
“The little flower will be blown away!”
So they leaned down as far as they could
To shelter the little flower
“I am afraid!” The little flower said.
“The wind is so loud and it is so cold!”
“We will be here with you, little flower.”
All day and all night the storm blew through the forest
The next morning, the trees looked about
So many oaks and so many aspens
Had fallen to the storm
“Little flower, you have saved us!” They cried.
“If we hadn’t bent down to be in your world,
We would have been blown down by the storm.”
“No oak and apsen, I must thank you.
If you hadn’t come into my world,
I wouldn’t have wanted to survive the storm.
I love my little bee and my little ladybug,
But I have been a lonely, wilted flower
In a world of trees.”
A Mother of a Beautiful Autistic Flower I call Tyler
(C) Rachel Flinchum 7/2/2013
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