Stone and the Flower

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Stone and the Flower-Unknown Author

" You have hardened " , said the flower, bending her petals downward

toward the half stone at her roots. " These rains should have softened

you, made you more fertile and receptive to the seeds of the fields;

but no. You have accumulated minerals and have become more silent and

full of calcium. Why do you stay here? Why do you resist the brook that

gives us water? "

The stone said nothing.

A number of clouds passed by, the sun set and the night arrived with an

immense bronze-coloured freckled moon with acne scars upon her worn

face and in this manner reflected down upon the silent stone which

still had not fallen asleep. The flower, by now, had tucked-in her

petals and slept profoundly, and at this time the stone began to

answer:

" I stay here because your roots have made me yours. I stay here because

it is no longer about my feeling the earth rather because I have become

part of that which functions as a support of your stem which resists

the wind and the rain. Everything changes, my sweet flower " , said the

stone, " but I stay here because love is that microscopic space between

your feet and my salted skin. You would only be able to feel it if

destiny were ever to separate the two of us. "

The moon followed the fade of the stars. Dawn gave a yawn as the sun

began to burn its horizon on the lower lip of the mouth of a new day.

The flower awoke and extended her beautiful petals. " Good morning " , she

said, " I dreamt that you were singing to me. How foolish of me, don't

you think? "

The stone said nothing.

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