The other day I stopped infront of a dandelion.
It stood tall and proud in a field of green with a vibrancy that rivaled the sun,
how beautiful.
You bent down and plucked it from the ground.
"Weeds," you proclaimed.
"Ruining my garden, destroying my yard."
I looked at you as you scrunched it in your hand and threw it to the wind.
A yellow smear against the green sea that remained.
"What ever has happened to us?" I thought.
No longer do we see the flower crowns and kindergarten bouquets.
The friendships and signs of growth.
Why do we crave for monochratic minimalism in the wake of blossoming beauty?
The worlds vibrancy withering away in the absence of our childhood eyes.
I looked at you once again.
"Do you not see what I do?"
Your colours dull and surroundings undersaturated, apathetic to the world whose beauty now bores you.
"What is there to see?"
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Taniya Spolia
A little awkward and a bit too confident about it. A freelance writer trying to keep the hobby and passion alive!
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