Bulbs of dissimilitude, sown in a fertile soil of uniformity. Tended, trimmed, nourished… ripened with fortitude, confidence, and virtue. Fertilized with doctrine, faith, conviction, and philosophy.
Youthful buds sent into the misty darkness of warring worlds. Friendships bloom, form of adversity shared. Sleeping, living, surviving… in shared commiseration. Battling for comrades who stand beside them.
Like yellow bouquets of commitment, stout and strong. Sacrificing stem, leaf and petal for one another. Torn asunder… petals scared and hidden. Wilted, wane, weakened by immutable sacrifice.
Combats darkness, steals a final essence. With nary a leaf, petal, or stem left… final atonement. Yellow flowers of companionship, now sown in gardens of stone. Granit and marble markers, straight and uniform, conceal the scars, mark the passing… stand in homage.
This is a Magpie Tails post.
I was at a loss for something to write. The stimulus was such a beautiful yellow daffodil. I could only associate the yellow flower with friendship. What stronger friendship is there than that shared by men and women in combat. So I tried this tribute to their sacrifices.