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Blossoming Connection

March 22, 2021
By 1lemay SILVER, Sussex, Wisconsin
1lemay SILVER, Sussex, Wisconsin
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The pristine yellow flower opens wide--like it’s inviting you into its warm embrace. The June heat urges the alyssum to open-wide while the December wind begs it to close. An elegant name--showing symmetry and representing honesty within today’s culture--emerges from the flower’s name. 

Flowers have vibrancy--their colors and astute nature command a room’s attention. A flower is added to help liven a room’s look; similarly, I am a lively person, filled with vivacity. 

When I was a child, my parents said, with smiles strewn across their faces, “You could provide life to any room.” 

A yellow flower is filled with positivity and happiness. My favorite color is yellow. Why? Yellow helps me see the positives in life… the end at every tunnel. Similar to the yellow flower, I pride myself on being happy and care-free when the time is right. Our lives are filled with many hardships, why not fill the rest of it with alacrity and optimism?

Yellow flowers, also, show friendship and a caring spirit. Friendships are ever-lasting bonds I hold close to my heart; I am a protective and caring friend towards those who are loyal towards me. I am a caring person, but I can become ferocious and protective when my friends may be in danger. 

Even though flowers show fragileness, they also show strength within their stems. It is strange that a flower can be quite contradictory, but it shows an oddly human element of the plants. Humans are creatures filled with contradictions. Humans have never contradicted themselves--frankly, the inability to be perfect makes us human. For me, I have a care-free personality, but I get stressed over topics I am passionate about. I can be a sensitive person, but I can also be emotionally distant to some. Showing an even stronger connection between humans and flowers than one might think. 

Maybe that blooming alyssum flower can show me a lot more than just its pretty colors--it can show me, well, me. I wish I could say I was an alyssum, but I am not. I wish I was that blooming yellow flower, but I am not.



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