The Wildflower’s Last Dance: A Happiness Tale
As the rays of the late afternoon sun roll silently across the forest floor, they illumine, for one final time, the little clump of wildflowers hidden deep in the woods.
By this time tomorrow, the sun’s path will have rolled a little farther southward. By this time tomorrow, the wildflower’s last petals will have fallen.
And so this is the wildflower’s last dance, its graceful adieux.
It has no sadness to it. The cells of the wildflower sense that their essence is changing form, just as it has always done. But it doesn’t see transition as a loss. The essence takes all it has ever experienced with it as it endlessly changes, growing ever more beautiful and complex as it flows.
It witnesses all that arises around and within it, and revels in its unfolding joy.
And so the small flower is one with happiness as it dances its lovely last dance. Once, it knows, it was a white wildflower that spent one summer in a Pennsylvania woods.
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