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He handles the flower in hand with care, admiring how soft it feels against his skin, how fragile and delicate it is. A beauty of nature, resting in his hand. Sweet odor it produces and with wind brushes against it. How flowers come in many different colors with many different meanings. For every flower there’s a different story, for every color, there’s a different trait. Placing a singular flower in an empty room could change It amazes him how such a small, fragile, delicate thing can say so much, can make such an impact yet can easily be destroyed. Flowers are such beautiful things.
Pink, such a bright and cute color. The flower laid gently against his hand, how gentle the flower looks. Pink, a color meaning youth, innocence. Fingers brushing against the petals, soft, looking oh so graceful. He smiled. A color representing joy, happiness, it’s such a nice color. Two fingers, index and thumb, between a single petal, trapping it. He pulls.
“They love me.”
Yellow was also a nice color as well. Similar with Pink it speaks joy, yet it’s more of a bursting feeling, lighting up the whole room. When looking at such a color you’re filled with happiness, a friendship, you can’t help but smile when seeing a yellow flower. It gives you a warm feeling in your heart. He plucks another petal.
“They love me not.”
Now purple is a color most won’t think about, but whether it’s alone or in a group, many won’t see the depth of the purple flower and how much of a difference it can make. It gives you a feeling of accomplishment, admiration, a color that’s fit for a king. This color has a sense of pride and success to it, those who can not see the greatness in the purple flower must be blind. He plucks another petal.
“They love me.”
A color a lot of people like, although might not want to admit, it the blue flower. Such a cool flower it is, representing openness, peacefulness. This flower could calm the anxiousness of people, being able to bring serenity. Many should appreciate the blue flower and all it does. This flower is not that common, and just like every other flower it’s fragile and delicate. It’s not different than any other flower. He plucks a petal.
“They love me not.”
Lastly, was the flower color that ever knows. No matter how much you may try you can’t escape such a flower. A flower with passion and desire, a flower with strength. Everyone knows this flower because it cares, meaning love, courage. The red flower is an amazing flower that you can’t help but love, one that can’t escape your mind. This little flower has made such an impact. He pulls one last petal.
“They love me.”
Petals scattered around him, each and every one were pulled off them stem. A small pile formed in his hand, showing all five colors. Such pretty, delicate flower petals, with radiant colors. He smiled. Handling the petals with care as he examines each and every one, they were soft, fragile things. The warm, happy feeling they gave him whenever he looked at them, touched them, like hell he’ll give any of these petals to anyone. They were his and his alone, everyone else could back off.
Looking to the side, he noticed a singular flower, lying all alone on the grass with no other flowers around. It was such an ugly color for a flower, there was no need for a green flower. It matched with not only the stem but with the grass as well, it was such an easily forgettable flower, one no one would care for. So he tossed it to the side, like any sane person would. Why have a green flower when all these colorful ones were around, colors that would make more of an impact when making a bouquet.
Gently laying on his hand, he looked and all of the colorful petals, one complementing another. These colors may look pretty, but when together they make a better impression. It’s better when these flowers are together than alone. At least that’s what he thought. Flowers are such beautiful things. He could take care of these delicate, fragile flowers. Not only that, he knew ways of harming the flower and yet it’ll still be alive. He looked down at the five colors and back at the flower he discarded before, these colors were better off without green.
“Green is such an ugly color.”