A young boy found a small
yellow flower. He found the flower
growing from a crack in the sidewalk near an abandoned factory.
The police were notified
immediately when someone spotted the boy touching the flower.
Soon, six smartly dressed
officers surrounded the yellow flower.
“What does the yellow signify?” asked one officer. “Will it cut us if we touch it?” asked
another officer. “What if it continues
to grow?” asked a third officer.
A loud, clanking machine
was brought in to uproot the flower.
The flower was taken to a
great university. Four scientists
collected around the flower. “Can we
grow this into a cash crop?” asked one scientist. “Can we produce a drug from the oils?” asked
another scientist. “What is required to
keep it alive?” asked a third scientist.
After much observation
and testing, the small yellow flower was deemed harmless and, most importantly,
of no immediate value. The scientists discarded the flower in the trash.
Several years later, an
abandoned landfill near the university was ablaze with small yellow
flowers. The flowers didn’t fret that
they were flourishing on a pile of refuse.
They didn’t analyze how they got there or how far they might spread. The flowers simply stood their ground.
Moral of this story?
Flowers don’t give a
fuck.
--Mitchell
Hegman
Yep. But I prefer flowers that don't.
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