Zephyr

A flower.
Simple and beautiful.
Merry and gay.
She danced with wind.
Played with birds.
Stared at the moonlit sky.
Awaited spring and her friends.
She epitomised Happiness. She epitomised Life.
But one day something happened. She got hurt.
After that day, she refused to dance. She refused to sway.
She refused to look at the stars.
For her, world was not the same anymore.
She was strong enough to not die or even kill herself
but not willful enough to live.
The ones to whom she gave hope, she appeared morose
The ones to whom she gave a reason to live, she appeared dead
Her friends, she realised were not her friends.
Tides changed course and so did they.
Standing alone in darkness one night she thought,
'If I have to live, I will live my life and leave a trail. A trail for people to follow. For people should know what one can do and I will lead the path to that way.'
She was strong. But she needed support.
Her body feebled with fear and apprehension.
'Guussshh....', came a gust of wind.
Flower swayed.
She looked up at the sky. And the stars shined upon her.
Her Zephyr came.
To help her live.
To help her rejoice.
My Zephyr came.

--adios.