Once upon a time there was a yellow little bud, who was not the most blessed in physical beauties, nor in worldly possessions, nor in intellectual prowess.
Yet as the years grew on her and she blossomed from a plain little bud to a plain little yellow flower, a little conceit and narcissism well uncalled for took root, and that plain little flower, that which would have blossomed more into, perhaps, something exquisite after all, climbed onto that pedestal too high for any plain bloom such as her, and yelled to the world, "Look at Me!" .
And the world turned at look, to behold the faint silhouette of a little flower, swaying high on top that pedestal fit only for kings, and gave her not a second glance.
Yet Little Yellow Flower noticed not the indifference, and took such pride in her beauty, her possessions, her cleverness, and stayed, steadfastly, on top that forsaken crest, and sniffed in contempt at all other blossoms beneath her feet, bursting into a rainbow of colours.
She stayed there, for the rest of her life, a lonely, vain little yellow flower, never having been bestowed with physical beauties, worldly possessions, or intellectual prowess.
And as the everchanging wind caresses over little flower, she will stand, proudly, and yell for all to hear "Look at Me!" ... and all will turn to seek that little voice , perhaps even see, but never look at, that vain little wilting yellow flower who put herself onto the pedestal meant for kings.
Yet as the years grew on her and she blossomed from a plain little bud to a plain little yellow flower, a little conceit and narcissism well uncalled for took root, and that plain little flower, that which would have blossomed more into, perhaps, something exquisite after all, climbed onto that pedestal too high for any plain bloom such as her, and yelled to the world, "Look at Me!" .
And the world turned at look, to behold the faint silhouette of a little flower, swaying high on top that pedestal fit only for kings, and gave her not a second glance.
Yet Little Yellow Flower noticed not the indifference, and took such pride in her beauty, her possessions, her cleverness, and stayed, steadfastly, on top that forsaken crest, and sniffed in contempt at all other blossoms beneath her feet, bursting into a rainbow of colours.
She stayed there, for the rest of her life, a lonely, vain little yellow flower, never having been bestowed with physical beauties, worldly possessions, or intellectual prowess.
And as the everchanging wind caresses over little flower, she will stand, proudly, and yell for all to hear "Look at Me!" ... and all will turn to seek that little voice , perhaps even see, but never look at, that vain little wilting yellow flower who put herself onto the pedestal meant for kings.
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