The unfurling of hope

The first whisper of morning was a subtle in the air, a lightness that stirred the dewdrops clinging to the tulip's Petal. These tulips once hidden beneath the earth pushed through the soil. The tulip's served as a symbol of strength and persistence among other seeds that couldn't survive the heat of the deserted land. In drought she had stood tall, building her roots deep into the soil to reach for waters.

Ella, the tulips, was proud of the gardens she had grown. She couldn't believe the product of her resilience each morning when she stares at the open field filled with flowers of her kinds. A soft breeze rustled through the green leaves, carrying whispers of the waking world. Bees would soon arrive, she thought. A smile escaped her lips, children would run through the garden, her mind wandered with her laughter like a bell, but for the moment it was just them and the sun.

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Ella realized this wasn't just about surviving, it was about thriving. It was about reaching all sources of life. She held her head high and absorbed the ray from the sun, memories of her survival flooded her mind, each time grateful she pushed through, grateful she had unfurled among other siblings before her.