The Flower

In the journey of Life i've travelled through treacherous mountains and dusty deserts , through the fertile plains and through icy lands, i've come across many a land with flowers and thorns, flowers so equisite so rare that one couldn't ever get the eyes off it, and thorns so sharp so painful, that the pain lies embedded in the body, only to go away when the body may be laid to rest.
But of all the flowers that i've seen and of all the thorns that i've been pricked by, memory reminds me of one flower which stands out among the rest, like a rare gem amongst a crown of thorns,
The flower lay hidden far and wide, in a valley of thorns, where most fear to tread, but i being the crazy adventurer took the path and then i smelt the fragrance so sweet that sweetness of honey would pale in its comparison, the flower smiled the most beautiful smile that i've ever seen on anyone's face, cheering me and making my day, i sat next to it overjoyed and saw the glowing petals, saw it's heart full of nectar, saw the purity of it's heart, yet there was a sadness in the flower, a sadness beyond any description, a sadness hidden from the world,i wondered how could this be possible, something glowing with joy,full of nectar and still so pained, i asked the flower why so, the flower replied that it feared that it would wrinkle one day and then who would crown the poor thorns, it would loose the glowing petals to the bird which builds it's nest, how would it bring a smile to the bees which feed on its nectar, the fragrance would cease to exist in the winds, it wouldn't be able to bring joy to anyone anymore, it would wither never to bloom again ,and the setting sun brought our conversation to an end with the flower going back to sleep,and i bid adieu to the most beautiful flower ever.