The Flower

When this young flower is "all growed up" it will be yellow. It will be a pretty yellow rose, taking it's place beside all of the other yellow roses, quite happily. But for this moment in time, it is wondering what it wants to be. Dreaming, perhaps of being a flaming, fiery, red rose. Perhaps a warm, vibrant pink or even orange! Who knows, maybe it could run away and become a dandelion - wild and free!

But, by tomorrow or the next day, the decision will be made for this pretty little flower. No longer a rosebud and not yet a rose, this delicate, fragile time between youth and adulthood, when anything and everything seems possible, is fleeting. Born to be a yellow rose, a yellow rose it will be and, quite quickly, it will forget that it ever thought of being anything else.

Hmmm...where did that little flight of fancy come from?