Forget-Me-Not

It was early April and unusually warm. A perfect day for a walk. I decided to stay on the country road near the house. I wanted to feel the warmth of the sun on my face and leave the chill of winter behind.

I can’t remember taking the path that lead me deep into the nearby woods. All I know is suddenly I was there, where I had never been before. I kept on walking and felt the difference from the hard asphalt to the soft pine needle ground.

I could hear a mocking bird in the distance and speckles of sunlight broke through the tree branches, bathing the earth around me. I never knew that these woods were so endless and peaceful.

I had been walking for about an hour when I came upon a sea of flat rocks with the remains of an old oak stump. I sat down on the stones and used the stump as a backrest. As I looked around, I noticed bursts of fresh moss and clusters of uncurled ferns.

Branches from past storms lay in heaps. I thought it could use some cleaning up, but I was sure that the forester hadn’t been this way for a while.

I fell asleep. At least that’s what I thought, because it must have been a dream.

I was walking in these very woods when a ray of sunlight fell on something blue and small. I bent down to inspect a forget-me-not. I looked around to find more, but it was just this one little plant.

That’s strange, I thought to myself. I turned around, was about to leave when I heard a soft melody, almost like someone singing. Where did it come from? I was dreaming of asinging forget-me-not!

I never heard such a pure and clear melody. She was singing for me! From her heart! For me! I had been alone for so long that I had forgotten about love. She was just a flower. Something so small reminding me of something so big.

I wokeup, my forget-me-not was nowhere to be seen.
I’ll never be the same again.