There were three flowers growing in a field.  As flowers would, they were arguing with each other about which was the prettiest.  One grew towards a spot where the sun was shinning brightest taxing its root system.  One grew its roots wider around it so that it could drink up more surface water and grow prettier faster.  One simply grew with no strategy trusting in the sun and water, and its adequate root system.  They argued and fought and tried to out compete each other.  Then a large object blocked the sun causing the first flower to begin to die as it had overextended itself by trying to reach that sunny spot.  Then the shape let out a tremendous stream of urine that formed a pool around the second flower, that was overly dependent on surface water.  It seems the cow from the neighboring field had wandered into this field when the regulations that had kept the cow on its side of the field were taken away. It seems a new President somewhere had loosed all types of rules.  The first two flowers died.  The third flower was overjoyed that it had not trusted in the sun or the water and it was the most beautiful. Who cared about the sun or water, or the other flowers they were immigrants it seems from another field whose seeds had spread in this field. This flower was the best ever, it gleamed beautifully and proudly to be a native flower of this field.  Then the cow ate it. The end.

© words by Dan DeMarle 2017