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The Wildflower  

Fun2FuqMe 63M
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10/12/2020 9:10 pm
The Wildflower


One day I ventured out into the forest for a hike. It was early morning, the air was crisp, the sky was clear blue with an occasional cloud wafting by as if a cherub was sitting in the sky watching from on high, thinking of the beauty of its surroundings. I climbed up the mountain towards a scenic little lake nestled in the trees. I was driven by the thought of the beauty of this placid lake surrounded by mountains and trees, hidden in solitude, seen by few, but revered by many. As I continued my climb over the rocky trail I emerged into a verdant meadow, the trail turned into a meandering dirt path through the meadow that emerged to the shoreline of the lake. As I wandered through the meadow, the swaying grasses sang a tune to me as the wind whispered the melody. Almost to the shoreline, I noticed a lone wildflower. Swaying with the grasses, simple in form, delicate in nature and incredibly beautiful. I stopped, I was mesmerized by it, the crystal clear lake in the<b> background </font></b>with tall ponderosa pines that I came to see became an afterthought. I knelt down to take a closer loo It's color was radiant, it's petals soft and flawless, it's stigma seductive as it rose from the center, surrounded by it's anthers as if they were somehow worshipping it as it sat on it's pedestal. I had seen wildflowers before, so my analytical mind wondered why I was so taken by this one particular flower. Why was its beauty so breathtaking, its form so perfect? Was it the state of my mind as I was lost in the beauty of my surroundings? I had come see the lake, it was serene, breathtaking in its own right, but for all its beauty, I wanted focus on the single wildflower. Was its beauty beyond that of any other flowers that I had ever seen. Honestly my mind said no, but I was somehow captivated by its beauty unable reason or comprehend its hold on . I sat and pondered that day the meaning of beauty, the attraction that an object has over us, and I came a conclusion. The heart and eyes are fickle things. They don't listen the mind. They see and feel what they want. Other people's opinions become mute, the world's standards irrelevant, and it is better enjoy what you hold dear, than acquiesce the opinions of the masses, for it is at this juncture we find true happiness.

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