The Singing Flower

There once was a flower. A pretty little flower living in a beautiful field. She was the only flower of that vast field of the most wonderful green color. In her loneliness, she only had her voice. The most lovely voice anyone could ever hear. She loved to sing. However, it was the only thing she could do. Her roots were so deep she couldn’t even move a leaf. Her petals were the only parts of her which could move, but only with the help of the wind. Which made her do a lovely dance to accompany her songs. As if the wind itself was bewitched by her voice and tried to help her with her solitude.

Lonely. She sure was. The only flower of the field was not a title easy to bear. Not even a bird or an insect was there to accompany her. She sang and sang and sang, over and over, day and night. She thought she would stay alone forever as nothing would ever imply otherwise. So her songs became melancholic and saddening. Even her own thoughts seemed to become more and more detached from reality.

One day, while she was in a pleasant mood, she sang a joyful song. A young boy happened to pass by the field at that very moment. Drawn to the wonderful melody, he found the small hideout of the flower. The boy waited for her to finish her song. The wind, as always, accompanied her in a dance. Both of which made a spectacular sight for the boy. When the singing stopped, he smiled and expressed himself in his childish words.

“Hello lovely flower! I liked your song just now.”

The flower got shy. Though she couldn’t hide. The wind didn’t know how to help her.

“Com’on little flower, don’t be shy… I won't hurt you.”

The flower looked at the boy. She spoke to him in a low voice, almost whispering.

“Hello…”

The boy smiled with kindness.

“What’s your name, pretty flower?”

The flower looked at the boy, intrigued.

“My name?”

The boy laughed.

“Yes, silly, your name. What do people call you?”

“I don’t have a name… Nobody ever calls me. Or called me.”

The boy looked at the flower doubtfully. After observing her for some time, he smiled.

“Then we need to find you one! What would you want to be called?”

The flower was touched. She never thought anyone would ever approach her let alone want to know more about her and find her a name. She probably thought it was because of her appearance or her smell that no one would approach her. She didn’t understand that sometimes only fate is responsible for bringing people apart or together.

“I don’t know. I never thought it would be important to be called.”

“Of course it is! Friends should be able to call out their friend.”

“You want to be my friend?”

“Aren’t we already friends?”

“But I won’t ever be able to play with you. My roots prevent me from moving, even slightly.”

“It doesn’t matter, you can always sing while I dance and play around.”

The flower felt something she never did before. It seemed somewhat close to the joy she feels sometimes while singing yet it was so different. Bliss seemed to be the good word to describe that feeling.

“Then, you should pick my name.”

“I think your name should be flowery. Let me think… Daisy… No… Violet… No… I know! Bloom!”

“I actually quite like that last name!”

Starting from that day, the boy went to see Bloom the flower everyday. After some time had passed, a fairy crossed their roads. She heard the playful songs and laughter of the two young beings. Seeing the unfairness of the situation, she wanted to unite them in the same species. However, she didn’t know what to choose. Would it be better to transform the boy into a flower or the flower into a child? She decided to observe them in order to see which one will be turned. The flower could only do two things; sing and talk to the boy. While the boy could move and see other people. He had every opportunity to make friends and be happy outside of his friendship with the flower. While the flower couldn’t really make anymore friends and she was all alone when the boy left. However, the flower was always safe in her field, she couldn’t get hurt by anything other than the boy and the loneliness. While the boy seemed to be always surrounded by potential dangers and risks. The fairy couldn’t decide what was the best choice. Both seemed bad and both seemed good. She decided to ask them what they would choose.

“Young man, beautiful flower, I have the power to transform one of you into the other’s species. However, I’m not sure what I should do. So I decided to let you decide by yourselves.”

The boy spoke up first.

“I wouldn’t mind being a flower. However, I would miss my family and if one of us happened to fade away, the other would be alone forever. So I’ll leave the choice to Bloom.”

The flower answered in her turn.

flower all my life and never known anything else. However, I would love to be able to move around and if one of us happens to perish, we still would be able to find comfort in the presence of others and we wouldn’t need to be alone.”

The fairy considered their answers.

“I guess you’ve made your choice. Flower, I’ll transform you into a human. As for you young man, I’ll bless you with the power of pure love.”

The fairy waved her wand. The roots of Bloom separated from her body and filled the field with new kinds of flowers. Those ones couldn’t talk or sing like bloom, yet they were more beautiful than any other flowers. The field was now filled with beauty and none of it was lonely. It was still the children's favorite place to play. They grew older, became adults and forgot about their magical encounter. However, three things remained; the blessing of pure love on the boy, the human shape of the flower and the field as their favorite place to go. He didn’t remember it’s existence anymore, nor did he know how it worked. His love was always pure. He was a loving friend, became a loving husband and a loving father. Their children, also filled with the power of pure love, grew up and spread love around them. The purest of love is the only thing great enough to change the world to its brightest form.