A Story to tell

This is the story of an Egg and a Flower. See all deep, to know their plight.

Imagine a floor of grayish hue with the corners befallen with blacken gloom. There lies a crack, in the middle all along, the crack form branches, all of three; two on the left and one other free.

On top of the crack, sprouts this flower with petals of five, golden style in five too.

“My, My, Flower!” said the Egg, “You are all yellow. Can I borrow some for my yolk fellow?”

She’s all too warm in her color and court, as she says “Break open Egg, for I give you thee.”

Imagine the Egg, little bigger than the flower & lies below her too. All cracked up is the little white Egg, as if the chicken is trying his best to be out of the whitey shell. The chicken must have left, as we see, the little white Egg has his top all swept.

Imagine the flower, as she drops her single yellow tear, into the Egg through the petal closest to her rear. The Egg with cracks, on the right most of all, symbolizing a leafless tree, collects her yellow with a ripple in his golden yolk galore.

Now the two told us a story, the story of life in this earthy place. Her tears were yellow, as she said “You need me, brother, for your birth. Keep me alive and so do my seed“.

The Egg said “Fine“, as he saved more yellow to the brim of his crack. “No moment to waste, No moment to waste!! Plant all trees and plant all seeds“, yelled he, hoping we hear his knell; loud and clear.