The tree's dearest child.

The flower, a young innocent one of beautiful petals. And The tree, the old wise bearer of fruits. Together, the two are parent-child even if not biologically. They had each other, The tree took care of The young flower, protecting the little one from danger.

The flower would sway and dance with the wind, showing off their talents. And the tree would clap their hands, to tell words of praise to the young one.

Yet all that would soon be washed away as The flower wilted. The young one seemed to expire so soon.

And with that, the tree lived on and grew forever and ever with their child's wilted body by their side. Forever living with the fact they couldn't stop the inevitable death of the young one who was yet to experience more of the world.

itz the end!!!!:3 sorz if itz short and bad... im rly trying:( i do hav an intrest 4 writing and poetry tho!!! reasons why i made dis forum!!!:D