Once, in the late-winter, two seeds were dropped not a long way from a waterway. One developed into a daisy, with delicate white petals and a radiant yellow center. The other developed into a rose, sweet and effortless, with petals the shade of a late spring dusk. They became together, and were awesome of companions.
One summer day, the rose said to the daisy, "I might want to see the world. I need to make a trip to distant places, and see what it resembles where different blossoms develop."
"For what reason would you need to do that?" the Daisy inquired. "I like it here by our waterway. It's excellent and serene, the perfect spot for two blossoms." "I guess you're correct", the rose moaned. "In addition, I was unable to leave you." And the two companions guaranteed that they could never leave their place on the waterway bank.
In any case, the extremely following day, a youngster was strolling down to the stream, and saw the rose's pink petals. "Gracious, what an exquisite bloom", she said. "I'll take it home and give it to mother." And she strolled over and culled the rose right out of the ground.
The daisy looked as her companion was removed, incapable to successfully help. What's more she sobbed. Not many have heard a bloom cry, and the individuals who have say that there is no strong on the planet more pitiful.
The kid brought the bloom home, where it was clearly and occupied and not in the least fit for somewhat rose. The mother put the rose in a jar, and following a couple of days, that little rose shriveled, as blossoms who have been taken starting from the earliest stage.
The daisy realized it was unthinkable that her companion could at any point return, yet that didn't prevent her from trusting. What's more there she sat, pausing and sobbing all through summer, and right on into the fall. Also that little blossom stood by until winter, when, exausted and cold, she nestled into withered. The daisy and the rose were brought together finally.
Thus, I beseech you, on the off chance that you see two blossoms becoming pleasantly together, don't pick one and put it in a container on your table, yet leave it there. Since, in any event, for blossoms, life is better when you have somebody close by.
The daisy knew it was impossible that her friend would ever come back, but that didn't stop her from hoping. And there she sat, waiting and weeping all through summer, and right on into the fall. And that little flower waited right up until winter, when, exausted and cold, she curled up and wilted. The daisy and the rose were reunited at last.
And so, I beg you, if you see two flowers growing sweetly together, do not pick one and put it in a vase on your table, but leave it there. Because, even for flowers, life is better when you have someone by your side.
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