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~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 excitment, "Look what I have found!"

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

With it's 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 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 vibriant of colors: orange, yellow or red

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 in 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 shown 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 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 those times I myself had been blind,

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

And then I held the 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 man.

~Author Unknown~

(Song)

~Keeper of the Stars~

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