Flower Breathing Forms Novels & Stories

Spring, summer, autumn, winter… always flowing, each thin strand soaking up every droplet of rain, every ray of the sun. “Breathe out”. She said, and as I did, I could still feel the feeling of effortless life growing around me. “And again, see what else you can smell”. The flowers…. Their pollen, their beauty and each unique scent that blossomed within them. Bluebells, Salmonberry, Coralroot and Fireweed.

- I'm sorry to disappoint you, but it's an enigma to everyone," I said, because I even tried to solve this enigma, but gave up, because I never found the answer. - And how they manage to live here in the open air. And how do they breathe at the bottom of the earth?- she asked me, I saw in her expression that she was trying to understand how it worked. - These flowers can only live for a month on dry land, then they dry out, and they give off a smell that is not pleasant to the nose. They have long roots that tangle with the roots of other plants, robbing them of their protein, and this is the only way they stay alive. - I never tire of being surprised at the strength of flowers," she said sm

Luna Natalie's eyes shimmered with excitement. "Woww!!! Which flower type is that, Luna? I've never seen something so gorgeous before." I was as petrified as her when I took a glance at it. It was a flower Blooming like a bird. I was totally in shock for it looked like a bird flying in the sky with its wings spread wide and head raised high. It was a flower though. A milky white plant growing into the shape of a bird with green feet. "They look like birds soaring in the sky!" I bent forward and to my surprise it smelled like mogra.

The letter didn't have a header and it didn't say from who it was either. It's the wind, can't you hear it? The sound is melodic, almost a whisper. Little by little, the voice turns brittle. Drop after drop, the tears don't cease to stop. The tune itself surrounds her, and like a spell her thoughts drown in the well. A soft murmur caresses her petals that are so thin, the light in her eyes slowly turning dim. The sigh of defeat makes the whistling howls of the wind freeze. Everything stops just as the rose falls.