Miss ConGeNiaLity's Chronicles

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Friday, March 16, 2007

inverno

50 years ago, there planted the life of régulière pink rose. It grew. Régulière didn't know why God placed her there in the forest amongst the wild plants, infertile grounds, merciless animals, the informidable weather. It grew, it grew. The régulière became the lotta sauvage rose. Lotta grew huge and strong. She snaps at every insect, even the smallest and harmless creature wasn't spared. Its self-defence. There came one day, the forest deforestation. All animals flee, all plants wither away. Lotta stayed on, not withering, but growing stronger as its name speaks. The land was however saved, and it became a farm. There grew the most beautiful flowers and the best crops and fruits. Many lovely animals were reared within the farm. Lotta still grew. Its presence brought in the Inverno season.

One day, the farmer placed delicato, the blue mimosa beside lotta. Lotta saw the young and gentleness in Delicato, and gave it a caring-glare (the oxymoron). They swayed gracefully into the direction of the wind. There came a day where the honey bee passed Inverno where the two flowers were. The beginning of ciano and arancione tulips buds. Inverno became greater and heavier. The plants and animals around it were afraid and fearful. They will be turned into stones if come close within its boundaries, not even to attack. Many plants and seedlings, and the lovely creatures have been decreased to ceramic portraits for display.

Ciano wanted very much to bloom into it's beautiful tulips flower. However, she can't as Inverno was too cold for her. Ciano lacked many,the nutrients, the sunlight, the water, and amore. No one can find amore in Inverno. Living creatures yearn for amore. Lotta however didn't want amore, that's why she has slowly become bianco, the white rose. Bianco suffers from amore deficiency, and freezes most of the time. Ciano tried her best to save Bianco. She tried pouring what little amore she has, and the little warm she has over Bianco. However, the freezing from Bianco each time pierces Ciano when she tries to be near her. Each time as Ciano gives Bianco warm, Ciano withers on the inside. She was cyan on the outside, but grey on the inside. Ciano knew she had to be filled up too, or she'll never get to bloom into real ciano tulips. She yearn, she long to be filled by the Farmer. She waited on the Farmer for 20 years. Each time Ciano weeps for Him, her tears became icy droplets, shattered as the they reached the ground. Soon, the ground also freezes, and birth its infertility.

One morning, Ciano hear the other crops singing to the rthymn that's coming closer. They're Footsteps. Ciano kept up her hopes, and....she saw the Farmer! The Farmer stretched His Hand and scooped her into a pot. Ciano felt amore from the Hand of the Farmer. Soon, it bloomed and was planted into the garden of the Farmer's home. Ciano was very happy, but had a question she wanted to ask the Farmer. She wanted very much to ask Him why He wasn't with her all 20 years, and why He didn't gave her the watering and the amore she needed very much to bloom.

The Farmer looked at the beautiful cyan tulip, and spoke. "Ciano, I was always with you. Look up and look around, see that I was preparing this garden for you to be ready as you bloom." Ciano no longer has its inside grey, but it was filled with the beautiful light-slated blue oilment. The Farmer also said, soon you'll see that you're living with the birds, the fountain, the rivers, and many other flowers. Ciano knew she can believe Him and seek Him for all will be given unto her.

posted at [2:51 PM]

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