🌸 The Valley of the Blue Flowers

Once, I wandered into a gentle valley where everything sang. There were fruit trees, a sparkling stream, and soft flowers blooming like little lanterns. Friendly animals stirred in the hush—
a mother deer and her baby nibbling grass,
goldfish darting playfully through the shallows,
a young squirrel, bright-eyed, showing the way across a mossy bridge of stones.

On the other side, I stopped and stared.
Blue flowers. Dozens. Maybe more.
Bluer than sky, softer than rain. They were blooming just for that moment, and for me.

I knelt. Gathered a few sleepy seeds.
And planted a whole garden full of blue.