The Flower

The clouds are grey
but somewhere in the sky
though naked eyes cannot comprehend how
the sun still shines
the earth is not completely grey

the ray of the sun still shone through the thickest of clouds
from His position in the heavens above
***
A little helpless insect
stranded in the once familiar garden
wander about aimlessly as to where to take shelter
or to continue her task which she has entrapped herself in
the routine that has been so familiar to her
and yet, still seems threatening
***
The insect searched herself deep within
but somehow, she finds that it is empty
all she knows is that she is being trapped
by something... that she cannot place
***
And then
in the middle of the garden
there stood a beautiful flower
none has laid eyes on

she was blinded... blinded...

something held back

but the power of the flower seduced her

***

A lightning illuminated the grey sky

its thunderous sound trumpeted danger

small droplets of rain began to fall

on the wide grey pavement

***

Yet

the little insect pursued on

the pathway narrowed on her;

squeezed every breath out of her

but the little creature

focused her eyes on one subject...

the flower

***

Although

all of heaven cried out:

'Stay away from the flower'