My pretty red lily

Im running through a field of lilies and i trip over a few, there are five of them. There's a red one a blue one a yellow one a green one and a pink one. I stick my face into them and inhale sharply. I like the red one. I pick it. And then I pick the other ones and I think, what the fuck am I doing? I only needed one and now guilt is seeping into me. But Im running with them. And im looking around and the field of lilies is so large, it rolls over hills and stretches on for miles. There's a forest nearby but it's burning down and the sun is setting and I smile because its all so beautiful. I get up and now im running again with my flowers in hand. I drop the green one because green isn't romantic. I drop the pink one because pink isnt fulfilling. i drop the yellow one because yellow is too bright. I drop the blue one because, like the ocean, it'll come washing up again. And now I've got my red lily and I don't feel so guilty anymore but I want to drop it too so I can make things right in my head but it screams no. Im still running past the hills and through the forest thats burning down all around me but Im happy and smiling because its just me and my lily now, me and my other half.
I walked out to the edge of the granite overhang and looked below at the lilies I frocliked in earlier that day. Streching across my view was a large colorful valley of significant beauty. Not striking, but significant. It was six miles long and five miles wide. Along the length of the valley, just below the rolling hills, runs a winding stream that courses through stretches of open lilyfield and thick forests-old forests, with trees that stood hundreds of feet high. They are all burnt down now with their jagged edges charred at the top. Now they look more like nails that were pounded through the Earth as if to hold the earth and the heavens together. I glanced behind me and took in the gaping entrance of my granite castle. It's arches loomed over me and made me feel small. The only color I see is the red of my lily.