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25 February 2005 @ 04:14 pm
Thought this was nice (not being preachy...honest! LOL)  

The Most Beautiful Flower

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read

Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.

Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,

For the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,

A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play

He stood right before me with his head tilted down

And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,

With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.

Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,

I faked a small smile and then shifted away.

But instead of retreating he sat next to my side

And placed the flower to his nose

And declared with overacted surprise,

It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.

That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."

The weed before me was dying or dead.

Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red.

But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.

So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."

but instead of him placing the flower in my hand,

He held it mid-air without reason or plan.

It was then that I noticed for the very first time

That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun

As I thanked him for picking the very best one.

You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,

Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see

A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.

How did he know of my self-indulged plight?

Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see

The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.

And for all of those times I myself had been blind,

I vowed to see the beauty in life, And appreciate every second that's

And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose

And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose

And smiled as I watched that young boy, Another weed in his hand,

About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

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Markboywondermark on February 27th, 2005 05:14 am (UTC)
Thank YOU, Cass! Glad you likey! :)
A.M.ultimategirl on February 25th, 2005 09:35 pm (UTC)
Yep, how you see is as important as what you see.

Thank you for posting this. ~huggles~
Mark: abercrombieboywondermark on February 27th, 2005 05:16 am (UTC)
~Huggles back~
You're one of the folks that already knew the moral of this lil story, Anne! :)
dendroidmandendroidman on February 27th, 2005 07:07 am (UTC)
lol see its good to be younge at heart. ;)
Jaseslavetopassion on February 26th, 2005 12:35 am (UTC)
That was so beautiful.

Thank you ~cuddles~
Mark: clarenceboywondermark on February 27th, 2005 05:17 am (UTC)
So are you! ~smoochie~
turtleinashell on February 26th, 2005 04:24 am (UTC)
It's okay if you're preaching. Sometimes it's needed. I've been preaching to myself today quite a bit. I'm not sure it's getting too far, but I have been anyway. I've seen this poem before, but it always gets to me. Thanks for reminding me. Thanks for being you.

::: huggles :::

Mark: farmboyboywondermark on February 27th, 2005 05:20 am (UTC)
Thanks for being you, Paul! Glad you liked it, hon! :)
PsiPronepsiprone on March 1st, 2005 04:40 pm (UTC)
That was very cool!

If you get a chance can you visit this guys journal? He's a RL buddy of mine, and I'm trying to get him acquainted with some people I know online. :)

Markboywondermark on March 3rd, 2005 12:37 am (UTC)
Wow, You want me to meet your friends, Psi? Well...and bud of yours is a bud of mine! ;)