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Spring

     I push and push myself up through the ground and into the world. The low sun hits me and I try to soak up all of its energy. I look around, I am so small and frail compared to all the others. They are so beautiful and full of movement and grace. I must watch and study them; I need to be like they are one day. Over the next few weeks I grow stronger and taller, I have learned from the others how to follow the sun to capture its power. I am now almost full grown and I can hardly wait.

Summer

    Now this is my time. I feel so alive, I revel in my majesty. The bright sun beams its energy upon my meadow, my kingdom and I feel on top of the world. All I want to do is to spread my seeds, I must make myself as bright and  beautiful as I can; I need the bees and butterflies to come to me, the urge is totally uncontrollable. The competition  for the exchange is tough, the vast array of colours and styles abound throughout the meadow but I will strive to be the best.     

Autumn

     It seems to take a bit longer to wake these days. There are now younger and more vibrant flowers around me. I can remember when I was just the same, I must admit I sometimes feel slightly jealous of them but I am now content in my life. I may not have the energy of the youngsters but know I have the experience and the knowledge. I have a pride that my life has been worthwhile, I have done what I was put on this earth, this meadow, for.

Winter

    I'm tired. It's getting colder and colder each day.I seem to spend most of my time thinking back over my life, about all which has went before. But I also look around the meadow and imagine all my offspring under the ground waiting to come into this world. This fills me with joy that I will live on through them and this night I will close up my flowers and sleep peacefully. At the next first light I try and open my petals, I can't, its too cold and all my energy is gone. Its over, my time on the meadow has passed.

Keyword: The Life of a Flower

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Posted by celtic1888 2008-03-27 05:57:58 ------ I tried to make the 4 seasons like the 4 stages of life- child, young adult, middle aged and old age. I dont think it has worked at all but didnt now how to change it so decided just to post it to get some comments. Depending on the comments i may pull it and try again. + Report this comment
Posted by thirteen 2008-03-27 12:19:08 .... Neat idea; liked it, but I wanted a zombie to burst out of the soil. + Report this comment
Posted by Dirkin 2008-03-27 19:09:22 .... I got exactly what you were aiming for, before I read your comment John. This is an excellent analogy of life, the child looking to his peers for guidance, the awakening of puberty and adulthood with the bees and butterflies, the age and experience of middle age and the tired reminiscence of the winters of our years. I enjoyed this a lot, very inventive + Report this comment
Posted by celtic1888 2008-03-28 12:32:30 --- thanks a lot, wasnt sure if It would be appreciated, John + Report this comment
Posted by R.E.Potter 2008-03-30 13:57:50 ,,, Good analogy of life. + Report this comment

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