Last Survivor...

 

During recent health challenges, people came to the apartment and, on three different occasions, brought gorgeous floral bouquets.

My usual custom is to gently trim the ends of the flowers that come in bouquets.

 That way, the flowers can get a better drink of water.

Adding a bit of flower food, also helps to keep flowers healthy and alive. 

Well, the day finally came when the roses, some carnations and daisies, and a few other kinds of flowers called it quits.

Their leaves turned brown and crinkly blossoms fell gently in little plops onto the table beneath them.

One gentle lily has become the bravest flower of all.

She stands all alone in the small water-filled vase. 

She must feel so proud of herself for being the last floral survivor.

I'm proud of her and I'm not even a flower.

She kind of represents what someone hopes will happen----to be the last flower in the vase, facing life as it comes, one minute at a time.

Brave, proud, and alone, she will thrive until her own time and demise finally comes.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE LIKE THE LAST SURVIVING LILY?