There was a little dahlia who dreamt about getting picked and put on a vase.
One time, there was a boy who wants to give flowers on his first love.
"Please choose me!" said the dahlia.
"Why would I choose you?" Said the little boy.
"I've symbolized elegance!"
But, the boy chose a thorny red rose.
The dahlia cried and decided to be red and thorny. But the dahlia failed to grow thorns.
Time passes and the boy grew to be a teen. He wants to give flowers on his first love.
"Please choose me!" said the dahlia.
"Why would I choose you?" said the boy.
"I don't have thorns, but I'm red now!" said the dahlia.
But the boy chose the tall sunflower.
The dahlia cried and cried. Thinking it wasn't enough, the dahlia worked hard to grow taller and a bigger flower.
More time passes and the teen becomes a man. He wants to give flowers on his first love.
"Can you please chose me?" said the dahlia.
The man noticed how beautiful the dahlia became.
This time, man chose the dahlia.
Finally! The dahlia thought.
The man go to his home and gave the dahlia to his first love.
His first love received the dahlia gleefully and put it where the roses and sunflowers have been placed for a couple of years.
Seeing the rose and the sunflower, the dahlia cried and cried. In fact, it was the longest time it cried. The dahlia realized that it cannot do anything anymore.
It was also the time of the dahlia,
To wither and die.
