The Show White Flower

by Adelaide Halse - Year 6

A frost hit the night before. A snowy sort of frost, the ones where ice and sleet are swaying around in the winter air. That frost is soon melted and the ground gets the cold water, trickling down through the rock hard soil. The soil then lightens and becomes mushy dirt in the spring. Flowers bloom and the air lightens, getting warmer after the winter chill made nothing possibly grow. But alone, standing out of the crowd a small, white, delicate, simple petalled flower with a bottle green stem stood above the frosty ground. Every year this flower grows, only to be pushed down by the bigger flowers. The small, white flower was there night and day, all through the winter, all through Autumn and Summer but Spring is the one who kills it. The snow white flower just stands until it’s shrivelled. 

~Just Stands~

The flowers don’t speak but whisper through the trees, streams or the wind howling, the lake rippling in the wind is always a sign, a message being passed on. The flowers can’t stop the growth, the natural way of life, the way things used to be and always will be...

~Or Can They~

The flowers know that they push and shove to the sunlight after winter, they need that sun laser, the warmth or the rain and moisture. The white flower doesn’t grow higher to the sun, the moon or the stars at night. He just sits patiently, waiting for his time to grow, to die or for his time above the other flowers. Toward the clouds…

~His time~

A tree, strong and tall, once a small sapling, once a seed trying to grow, once that sunlight wanting plant, now a pleasant, tall and great tree. The tree knows of white flower at her roots, she knows what the streams and rivers want when they call. The smaller trees know when the great, big trees time is over. Then they too climb up to her height only to be replaced by another jungle tree. “Do not fear,” she whispers to him, the small white flower. “You will find your forever balance of life, among others,”  she whispers once more. The wind whistles around him and draws him from side to side. She lifts off his delicate petals and the wind carries them away. “That is for the better,” she destroys his roots and kills him, only for him to be reborn among the grass, in a wood surrounded fence. “Thank you.” For the first time in forever, he felt warm arms embrace him. Pulling him closer. The great tree of time left his spot in the ground and planted another white flower in his spot and made sure his space was clear and safe for another snow white flower to came again, their time in the Great Circle of Life.     

Kids on Keyboard

On Monday Charlie, Bryce and Reegan performed their Kids on Keyboard pieces for family members. Well done on obtaining your certificates!

Congratulations to Quinn Haynes on the special occasion of her Baptism on Sunday 22 September! 

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