In a beautiful field . Far far away, when the sun is blazing and the winds are dancing . It is the perfect place to bloom.
There was 3 flowers . Beautiful ones, if you came close to them you’d see them smiling. That’s what the nature do, it always smile for us. These 3 flowers were part of a beautiful pic. Some Friday afternoon an artist always come and draw . He sit his canvas and put his colors and begin to draw what his eyes see and what his heart feels. The 3 flowers wanted to become part of his work, because each one of them believed that she is one of the kind. The first one was red with a beautiful shape, the wind always comes along and dance with her. The second one was yellow , whenever the sun rise , the flower rise along . The third one is blue , she is the one who smile when it rains.
The three of them always completed each other . When the rain comes , the blue one always took it . When the wind comes the red one always take it away, and when the sun comes, the yellow one shadow the rest and gave them warmth .
Every Saturday afternoon the three flowers sing together, and the birds join along . The sun smiles , the wind dance with the trees and everything was never more perfect.
One day , the blue flower smelled the rain and tried to protect the two flowers from it, but as soon as she lift up her face to see the filed she sees a big storm coming on their way. She woke them up and started to cry. She felt helpless , weak, overwhelmed. As if she has no power at all. She was scared the storm will take away everything she has. Her two friends , the trees , the artist . She was so scared . She started to cry very loud and one of her petals fell off. There was nothing more than sadness in her heart. All of the sudden she sees everything very gray. The storm has taken the sunshine and also the sunshine of her heart.
The storm started to get closer , the closer the storm gets the more she cries . Her two friends felt the strong winds and sensed the absence of the sun. As if for a moment. Everything that was colorful turned gray. They saw the blue flower crying , missing one of her Petals . She did her best to protect them but the grayness was too powerful.
They held the blue flower and hugged each other. As the storm became more and more powerful. They sense it in their Patels , on their sepals. They knew the storm will pull them out of the nature and throw each one of them away. The red rose started to smile . She looked at them and covered them by her shadow.
The storm became closer , and it reached them. It removed the trees . Removed so many flowers and it came as the great evil that wanted to destroy everything on their way without a mercy.
It reached the three flowers . The red one as above them protecting them from the strong wind, but the wind were much stronger than her. The wind for the first time in so many years , was fighting with her . She pulled and the wind pulled . As if she was fighting a greater power alone. A power that held so much sadness and grayness within.
The wind pulled the red flower off, and throw her away and passed.
The sunrise Came and the yellow flower welcome it. A bit of tear drops Came after the storm and the blue one welcome it.
After few days the artist Came . He saw the red flower missing. He came closer to the yellow and blue ones and touched them. He ran home very fast , even the wind started to stop him but he was much stronger . He came back to the two flowers and showed them a painting .
The painting that has all three flowers together.
And the red one was looking at the wind direction. When the two of them were smiling at the artist .
