Peace & The Talking Flower

Let Nature be your teacher. - William Wordsworth.

Once upon a time, there was a dark blonde haired, rosy-cheeked, bubbly, free-spirited, caring, and adorable 8-year-old girl named Peace. She lived in a comfy, cottage-resembling, gorgeous, little mahogany house on top of a green hill, surrounded by a large variety of plants and trees. Nature and the outdoors were Peace’s best friends; she’d notice the flowers greet the sun and clouds, frolic in the rain and puddles, cuddle with the trees, and take afternoon naps on the grassy green hills. These were the simplest things that fed her soul every spring.

The first day of spring arrived, and Peace was doing a “welcome back spring” dance in her lime-green gingham dress. As she swayed to the song of the morning wind and birds, she chanted a springtime prayer she wrote and recited and thanked Mother Earth for the sun and clouds, grass, rain, flowers, trees, fruits, berries, leaves, and all the other eye-catching creations of Mother Earth.

On her long, quiet walk in the tiny park next door, she heard something as beautiful as a harp: a tall, well-fed, lavender purple orchid flower singing as she danced in the wind. Peace tip-toed from the little park to the enchanted flower garden, and introduced herself to the flower.

“Hi flower. My name is Peace. What’s your name?”

“My name is Magnolia. It’s a pleasure to meet you!”

Eager to make a new friend, Peace sat beside Magnolia in the enchanted flower garden, where Magnolia lived happily and comfortably. They sang psalms and hymns about Mother Earth, giggled, chit-chatted, bathed in the warm yellow sunshine, and watched the giant, colourful trees dance to the music of the afternoon breeze.

A few hours later, Magnolia asked an interesting question that no one has ever asked Peace.

“Why is Mother Earth so important to you?”

“Mother Earth is the goddess I worship. Every morning I wake up, I pray and thank her for everything she’s given us. Without her presence, we wouldn’t be healthy, happy, and safe. She’s the reason why I’m always giddy, even if there’s no specific reason.”

One day, Magnolia and Peace began to fall for each other. They automatically became sticky like honey, never leaving each other behind. One afternoon, Peace brought her little blue woven basket of different homegrown berries and fruits to offer Magnolia. Magnolia took the offer and they both indulged on those juicy, sweet, delicious, mouthwatering berries and fruits that Mother Earth harvested with love and care. This was just the start of a new tradition they formed.

Magnolia was a sweetheart. She loved Peace like she was her best friend and sister. Peace had the same feelings for Magnolia.

“I love you my little angel”, Magnolia said, in a loving manner.

“I love you too my dear friend”, Peace responded, in a sweet, soft voice.

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