The tulip and me
She did wat flowers do. Without looking to others, she just grew.
Stripes in her colors, damaged from the past she knew that growing older is growing closer to the end, but growing from experience is beautiful. And like every flower one seeded, she promises, I’m loyal, I’ll come back to you and renew.
Some would describe her as sweet and delicate, others strong yet elegant. But in all her simplicity she acts upon her duty, as royalty of the table she wears the invisible crown and waves like a flower on the land. As a bee on a quest, she protects and serves her country like a queen, fierce full and with iron hand. Unconditional and unjudged love is the message that she wants to send.
And yet she looks so perfect, always radiant like a women dressed in gold or red. After many winters, she’s always there to care, soft and sweet with golden heart like Italian silk or green velvet. As no other of the flowers she understands, the pain of loss and grief, as with her ground her heart has bled. But as touched as she might be, always and again, she’ll be ready to comfort you with hugs and warmth, like a bed with love she spread.
Cause as it goes with flowers she sends the message of love, like of little note or book. But little do they know how much love and self confidence it took. Partly why she likes to spread little gestures of happiness and compliments, leaving the world or table as a prettier, like an artist or a cook. She does turn the world a better place, capturing each attention, just growing and glowing, with that natural beauty look.
Yet today she just grows, respecting beauty and power, in the present or the past. Looking up to history, like a roman goddess has been cast. The strength of Jean D’Arc, the power of Whitney, a women’s strength will always last. So while they grow no matter what place, appreciate the ground they come from and the lessons they brought. Because one day you’ll realize they need so little, but their bloom goes by too fast.
So, the moral of the story, is about appreciation of growth and beauty, which is all there for you to see. Look around and find that beautiful flower, because they all have been growing out of mud or dirt, fighting their surroundings as a warrior or as a bee.
I for one I’m grateful to be here, with the other flowers representing their truth, their love and ambassady.
So, join me in loving this moment, and the beauty of the flowers. As this story about the tulip, might be the story of you and me, a story of beautiful growers.
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| Auteur: Davy Ghysels | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 31 oktober 2022 | ||
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