The flowers glorified the space. Red, yellow blue, pink, they spread in the midst of sweet fragrance they'd gifted
the wind. They were soft, tender, the way they should be.
Among them, was this one, standing out even among the thousands. It was just opposite of them, big and bright.
It's petals were thick. It stood straight on the thick thorny stem, different and unusual. A wild wind had blown it in, a wild seed, one day, probably to set a change, probably
to start a new beginning.
Even among them, it was out of them. Out of thin air,
a hand stretched out and plucked it off.......
You know, Different is odd!!!!!!
