Novel & Cerita Poetry About Flowers

Pompom ng Rose, jasmine, peony, dandelion, lily, at carnation. “Kulang na lang magtayo na ng flower shop si Sera, Li. Ikaw bata ka! Jusko!” Pailing-iling na saad ni Ate Lala kaya natawa ako. Pero nawala ang ngiti ko nang marinig naming napaismid si Ate Didi. Hindi ko na lang iyon pinansin, pero nakatitig sa kanya si Liam kaya naman ay inabot ko na ang bulaklak at nagtungo kaagad sa locker room.

Hindi niya na pinansin iyon at pinatay ang tawag. Dalawang linggo akong nagmukmok sa bahay. Hindi ko kayang sumama kapag inaaya ako ni Mama o kaya ng mga kaibigan ko. At ngayon, naisipan kong pumunta sa isang sikat na flower shop para tingnan ang mga bulaklak. I smiled. Different colors, iba't ibang kahulugan. Pero maganda pa rin. Kahit sa mga bulaklak na inaalay para sa mga nasawi. Hinawakan ko ang puting lilium. It symbolizes death but it's beautiful.

Noong una ay mukhang ordinaryo lang ito—hanggang sa nagsimulang maglaho ang liwanag. As dusk settled, tiny points of blue and violet began to glow among the leaves. Flowers softly illuminated, like they’d swallowed starlight and decided to keep it. Napabuntong-hininga ako kahit na naguguluhan ako. “Cairo…” “They only bloom like this at night,” he said. “My mom loved them. She said they reminded her that beauty doesn’t need an audience.” Naninikip ang dibdib ko. “She used to bring me here when I couldn’t sleep,” he went on. “Said the garden would listen when people wouldn’t.”

May pills naman siyang tini-take kaya kampanti na hindi siya mabubuntis. “Every flower blooms at a different time, creating a sensational scent. And the wind blows its petals, waving every stem in different directions. The moment I saw the blooming flowers, I sensed your smell, I heard your tiny yet sweet voice. Oh, my Cassandra….” awit ni Stefan. Ang bili nitong nakabuo ng lyrics.

As soon as I lifted my head, the sweet, heady scent of blossoms wrapped around us like a soft blanket. We were standing at the edge of an endless field that stretched all the way to where the dark sky met the horizon. Thousands upon thousands of flowers bloomed beneath the moonlight – purple lavender, white daisies, yellow sunflowers that still held their heads high despite the hour, and patches of tiny blue bells that seemed to glow like scattered stars on the earth. Hindi ako makapaniwala sa nakikita ko ngayon. Mga bulaklak na parang hindi totoo at parang kinuha lang sa panaginip, sa sobrang dami.

paliwanag nito. Tumango-tango siya. Nakangiting iginala niya ang mga mata sa paligid. Nakakawala ng problema ang naggagandahang mga bulaklak na nakapalibot sa kaniya. Flowers don’t just paint the surroundings beautifully; it gave the world peace and hope. Na sa pagbukad ng mga bulaklak, kalakip ay magandang bukas na hinaharap. Patuloy siya sa pakikinig sa tiyahin, hanggang sa marating nila ang halos dulo na niyon. Nanlaki ang mga mata niya sa nakita.

It has a sweet aroma coming from the leaves. She broke out a hearty smile. “Hey, Elm! I remembered that the first flowers you gave me were paper roses. Is it not time to give me a real one?” Muli siyang pumitas ng flower na nakita niya. It was very small and fragile. “Like this one?” Ipinakita niya rito ang hawak niya. Hindi ito sumagot at huminto sa tabi ng isang mayabong na halaman. Pagkatapos ay yumuko ito. Tumaas ang kilay niya at hinintay na kunin nito ang kung anong nakita nito.

Sinamyo ang hangin at inilibot ang mga mata sa paligid. Sunlight warms this garden, where beautiful Marguerite daisies and roses of different colors bloom together. Marami ring iba’t ibang uri ng orchids na namumulaklak, humahalo ang halimuyak nito sa hangin. Butterflies dance among the blossoms, adding life and color to this peaceful haven. Sinimulan niyang gumuhit ng kapares ng mga bulaklak na nasa paligid. Hindi niya namalayan ang paglapit ng isang bulto sa kaniyang likuran.

I slid my fingers on them and feel them as if they can see my heart inside. I love daisy flowers because of their beautiful meaning— innocence and purity. It also symbolizes a new beginning. A new beginning brings hope. I love how innocent it is inside and out. That watching these flowers bloom in its season brings hope to me. Pumitas ako ng isa at nilagay ito sa tainga ko. I love how these flowers ignite something inside me whenever I see them.

Natawa ako nang kiligin si Dahlia. “Thanks, Dahlia. I appreciate your help,” I said, feeling grateful. “Let’s coordinate more details later this week.” With everything settled, I finally left them to their work. As I walked through the flower stalls, I admired the vibrant colors and fragrant scents that filled the air. Each bloom was a testament to the hard work and dedication Ryker and Dahlia put into the business. The sight and smell of the flowers reminded me of the beauty and effort that goes into creating something special, much like the surprise wedding I was planning for Lily.