She wasn’t scared; she just desired to turn life around,
She went to a meadow one night,
it was pitch black and she searched for the middle of it.
going through dark times and the night didn’t make it any worse, she thought.
This day she wanted to greet the morning sun in the most beautiful of places she could think of—
a place with colourful flowers that you cannot yet see in the middle of this meadow.

For this moment onward, this place was home, and it was dark.
She waited for its transformation to occur the next morning.
You could smell the flowers even in darkness,
her senses were tingling with desire for sunlight,
As she smelled the beauty around her, she was reminded of her late mother’s words.

She was called the adorable, a daughter her mother had been and still was so proud of, even if she was in heaven now; she hoped she was still with her somehow.
Did she still believe in her beauty, or was it lost to darkness forever?
It was a leap of faith on her part; she had lost so much of the love in the world,
She hoped otherworldly beings would not smell her fear of the dark.
She took comfort in the beautiful flowers around her, unable to be seen.

She sat down among them, becoming a flower unable to be seen—
a dark existence holding on to dark memories that was scared of the dark beings smelling her fear.
It had been so many years of fear, she had grown sick of it and transformed it into bravery,
something that happens when fear becomes overloaded and constant,
Life couldn’t become worse, so she turned it beautiful with cheerful bravery.

Tonight was a foolish errand, a meadow in darkness with beautiful smells of flowers—
something scary, comforting, twisting, intertwined.
The cycle of beauty and darkness happens every night,
Neither overpowers the other, but instead they divide the senses.
All the humans choose the dark and the fear, but the beauty is there in the smell still. Who in this lonely world seeks out that sense instead, she wondered.
Perhaps she was the only one, the one brave enough to seek out the dark existence for the nuance of the brightness within it.

She would grow from this, she knew that, but in what ways was unknown to her.
She had to wait until sunrise to figure it out somewhat.
As the first light of the next day arose, she spotted the first bright colour around her. She then spotted the next one and then another one.
The meadow around her surrounded her with thousands and thousands of pretty flowers.

With such a beautiful smell,
how could she have been scared in such a place of beauty?
She thought kind thoughts of her mother,
she loved her so much still.
She loved the beauty of life so much as well.
And then she knew,
beauty and love can hold your hand even in times of great darkness.