Essence of Blossoming

Early dawn, and the rain is falling. It reminds me of that day, when we bloomed flowers together. I wanted to create a pure white flower, like the quiet dawn. A child like a lantern, holding all the forest's order and tranquility. But you, crouched beside me watching, suddenly grumbled. Then you carelessly scattered deep purple like a storm, and playfully painted over it with lightning-yellow. I scolded you, and you only laughed. I truly believed my perfect plan had been ruined by your chaos. But the next morning, when we looked at that flower together... Over the pure white serenity, your riotous colors flowed like a living river. Only then did I understand. Yes, the forest's true beauty requires both my order and your chaos, intertwined. Only then does it become complete. ... The rain... seeps into my mask. Today, more than ever, I wish I could see your mischievous eyes again.