ligusticifolia

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Here is a short story of a lone clematis.

One of a kind among the others, the clematis was unique as it was not birthed the normal way. It descended from the heavens in seed form, landed upon the soil and grew magnicifently under the guidance of the rose.

While it longed for the gentle touch of the rain...

The rain that had accompanied it at times when it bloomed.

It had been a while since it tasted the comforting embrace of the rain... It looked up to the place where it had originated, hoping for the clouds to cry on it.

It asked the heavens to give it a sign, if it was to rain once again. To let out a thunderous roar if it was to rain once again.

A wish that was granted. The heavens did roar and it gave the clematis an everlasting hope to feast upon the rain.

Soon it was met with disappointment as the rain was not as intense as it hoped. Disappointment led to anger that it swallowed silently, bare ignoring the pain burning within.

It continued to bloom beautifully, because it was its duty to entertain others despite its true feelings.

Deprived of the gentle touch, it slowly succumbed to an illness which wilted all its body. The vibrant petals, the ones it was proud of, fell one by one, agonising it as they detached.

The heavens did not even notice how it suffered...

And soon the clematis was of no more... Merely discarded away for the birth of another beautiful being.