The little lotus bud had grown an orphan . Basking under the bright warmth of the Sun , she sometimes wondered how her parents looked like . How the bees might have transferred their love for each other . Sometimes she smiled at the flowers and fishes around her . Other times she cried , letting he tears drain out in the vast lake that was her home . You could say that she was more of the sensitive kind , because that's what the rose and her pals thought .
Said the rose in luring french accent " Dear lotus baby , flaunt your beauty . Stop those darn emotions darling . Start blossoming "
The lotus bent towards her " but ma'am , should we always strive for prettiness ? "
" ahh yes " she said , twisting her silhouette to the side of the breeze . " Beauty is power dear . Look around you . Do you see anything more beautiful than us , flowers ? "
" well .. "
" No . Look at the triangular fishes , such inanimate scales . Look at the ugly boar , the stupid monkey , the fat cow . Do they put people into a trance, do they sprout love in hearts ? "
The lotus gave a brief nod . Deep inside however she found the rose and her beliefs hollow.
Days shone over their tender petals , nights hid their perfection for awhile. The lotus, now a fully grown flower , played in the brackish water with the fishes and toads .
She gave her nectar to all the bees, let her fish friends chew at her stem and made the toads sit on her leaves . She forgot to look pretty , to dance with the wind like the rose and her mates . She smiled at the sun and drenched in the rain. She discovered the beauty of living life , as the rose moaned about the fate of ' the languid lotus ' .
The story does not end there . Their fates have to be dictated in the most desirable fashion . The rose , was wafting her scent in the air one evening , when a love lorn girl picked her up . Cut off from her roots , the rose panicked and cried . Inadvertently , the girl tore away the roses' petals in an attempt to sew her heart back in place .
The lotus was picked too , but , by a different human . He bathed her with holy water , prayed for the world's well-being . And did his priestly offerings , before placing her on God's feet .
Said the rose in luring french accent " Dear lotus baby , flaunt your beauty . Stop those darn emotions darling . Start blossoming "
The lotus bent towards her " but ma'am , should we always strive for prettiness ? "
" ahh yes " she said , twisting her silhouette to the side of the breeze . " Beauty is power dear . Look around you . Do you see anything more beautiful than us , flowers ? "
" well .. "
" No . Look at the triangular fishes , such inanimate scales . Look at the ugly boar , the stupid monkey , the fat cow . Do they put people into a trance, do they sprout love in hearts ? "
The lotus gave a brief nod . Deep inside however she found the rose and her beliefs hollow.
Days shone over their tender petals , nights hid their perfection for awhile. The lotus, now a fully grown flower , played in the brackish water with the fishes and toads .
She gave her nectar to all the bees, let her fish friends chew at her stem and made the toads sit on her leaves . She forgot to look pretty , to dance with the wind like the rose and her mates . She smiled at the sun and drenched in the rain. She discovered the beauty of living life , as the rose moaned about the fate of ' the languid lotus ' .
The story does not end there . Their fates have to be dictated in the most desirable fashion . The rose , was wafting her scent in the air one evening , when a love lorn girl picked her up . Cut off from her roots , the rose panicked and cried . Inadvertently , the girl tore away the roses' petals in an attempt to sew her heart back in place .
The lotus was picked too , but , by a different human . He bathed her with holy water , prayed for the world's well-being . And did his priestly offerings , before placing her on God's feet .
Got reminded of the poem Frog and the Nightingale. This could be a nice spinoff
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