Fodder: A Collection of Scenes

A Flowery Reincarnation

I stared, tranquilly, into the sun. What a beautiful day it was. There was a light breeze and the morning dew was still tickling my petal. I vaguely remember my death. Actually, i don't. I just know it happened. And now, I've been reincarnated as a flower petal, which was a pretty good option because there was a certain contentedness to being a necessary part in a grand arrangement of beauty that I just couldn't live without.

I lived out my life, growing with my brothers and sisters, each of us equally joyful and wondrous. Nature can be surprising, when you're looking at the right time, and with such a limited and constant view, nature regularly revealed its mysteries to us. The sky, ever-changing from night to day and sun to rain, the trees, filtering the sky, and the sun, colorfully laughing with us in the fall, and the other flowers near us, taking it all in, all of this was ours. We didn't want any more and we didn't want any less. We wanted this, but, as fate would have it, we couldn't.

It was on a sweet, sunny day that a particularly unfortunate event occurred, the fateful event in question. The leaves were trampled and the sun was darkened as a foreign creature rummaged among the flora. It was then that I felt a pain shoot into my petal and heard the screams of my siblings as we felt the dazzling sensation of being lifted into the air. Our life was uprooted, literally.

That was, regrettably, one of the last events of my life. Though, it wasn't all bad. I saw something I had never seen before: the irresistible expression of unfathomable happiness. It was more glorious than the sun. We were presented to a happy face with our full vibrant color intact, but i could feel death stalking through the stem and I knew we would die soon.

Drowning in water, which at first provided needed sustenance, I watched my brothers and sisters die. The couple was happy, clinking their collections of red water and smiling with those certain smiles they possessed.

I was the last to die. I faded away like the sunshine on a rainy day. My death wasn't peaceful, but there was still an air of peace to it, after all I was surrounded by happiness. My last dying thoughts were remnants of hopeful wishes for another reincarnation under the fiery sun.