The flower on the hill drinks from the mist of the early morning. When the gentle rains fall, this flower is the first to taste the water poured out from the heavens. If there is a drought, people from all over the country comes to water this ancient beauty for; it is ancient, it has been the hope of mankind for generations. The flower has been woven into mankind’s soul as a symbol of greatness, joy, beauty, love, and hope. Families will sacrifice their own family’s water if the flower needs a drink. People from near and far come to give the flower on the hill nourishment.
The flower on the hill brings a smile to all who see it but there is an evil group of people who want to destroy the flower. The evil folks come under the darkness of night and poison the flower. The evil wants the flower dead but does not want it to seem like someone killed the flower. They want the death of the flower to seem natural in the course of time so; they only pour a drop of poison in the soil around the flower each night. The treacherous people have been sneaking poison to the flower for countless years. Within the circle of the evil doers they have a plan to make themselves seem beautiful. Their plan is to make a cold steel flower to replace the dead flower on the hill so they will seem loving though; there is no love in them.
Such is the nature of people. The flower on the hill is dying and loosing petals of hope to the twisted sickness of power. Death is inevitable where there was once life. ~b