For the Moon
Once upon a time there was a flower.
The flower only opened for the moon, and grew in the shade.
There was nothing spectacular about this flower. It had thorns and its leaves stung like nettles. Its fragrance was odd, like tree bark and dirt, the smell that can only be described as something wild.
No other plants grew around this flower and its kind. But every night it'd open its petals to the glowing moon and take in the harshness of the world.
People's unreturned love goes to the moon, it's what makes the moon shine. It's what makes it sad.
While the stars dance around in the sky, the flower stays put. Only for the moon.
The flower only opened for the moon, and grew in the shade.
There was nothing spectacular about this flower. It had thorns and its leaves stung like nettles. Its fragrance was odd, like tree bark and dirt, the smell that can only be described as something wild.
No other plants grew around this flower and its kind. But every night it'd open its petals to the glowing moon and take in the harshness of the world.
People's unreturned love goes to the moon, it's what makes the moon shine. It's what makes it sad.
While the stars dance around in the sky, the flower stays put. Only for the moon.