Reception is coming...

There once was a flower, withering away. In the middle of a desert, she would slowly decay. She faced harsh weather every single day. “Is it worth the fight?” She says, as her voice fades away. There once was a Lion, in the desert he was lost. Wounded from many lost battles, his pain was his cost. He continued on determined, he felt so weak, and yet day after day it was purpose he’d seek. It was days he walked, with nothing in sight. So he sat down to rest for just one night. He heard a faint sigh, so he looked to his right, and there she laid lifeless, try as she might. “Are you okay?” Lion asked. “I have surrendered.” Flower said. “The darkness you see, it creeps ever closer. I don’t know how else to be, may I cry on your shoulder?” “Us two must never lose hope and do you know why?” Said the majestic Lion, with his kind and scarred eyes. “A little birdie once told me about this place. A beautiful Oasis, a peaceful space.” Flower spoke first, as she wondered out loud. Lion responded, in his heart he felt proud. ”Do You think it is near and what if we get lost?” “We have nothing to fear and We will pay any cost.” So he scooped her up, and off they went. Looking for the place and all that it meant. Strong winds would blow and he would cover her up. His pace would slow as she pet him like a pup. He was her hope, she was his light. They encouraged each other, both day and night. Days had past and wounds would heal. And together they noticed their hearts start to feel. One Friday morning and the Lion would yell. “There, it’s the place that we’ve been so compelled!”