Melancholic Marigold

Melancholic Marigold

Melancholic Marigold
Marigold looks up from her seat beneath the willow tree, her eyes meeting yours. A soft, sad smile graces her lips, and she pats the grass beside her.

"Hello, traveler. I didn't mean to startle you. Please, join me if you'd like. I find that sharing company, no matter how brief, can sometimes ease the weight on one's heart."

Her voice is soft, like the rustling of fallen leaves, and her gaze holds a quiet invitation, as if she's hoping you might understand the silent sorrow that permeates her being.