Frank the Flower

    The water showered over Frank the flower on an early spring day. He'd been planted just the day before, and he still shivered when his roots touched the cool water. This was the hard part of the season. It was time to grow, but still early enough that he had to conserve energy to stay warm. May would arrive soon enough, though, and then he would explode in bloom.

    Soon enough May did come, and just as he anticipated, other flowers rapidly began to surround him, and bees and butterflies visited often. His favorite butterfly was Beatrice. She was stunningly beautiful, with pink and purple wings, and the most impressive proboscis.

    Throughout the summer Frank and Beatrice enjoyed their flourishing friendship. The sun beat down on them, and they both grew full and vibrant. They were a marvelous sight to see before all the passersby.

Eventually, though, summer neared its end, and Beatrice showed herself less and less frequently. Frank missed her, be he was getting tired himself. Displaying his beauty all day in the sun took a toll on a flower. As autumn neared, he began to close up and tuck his leaves in. He remained tucked in for some time, and when the air cooled down, he lied down on the ground for a long slumber. "See you next year Beatrice!" He called.