Received this from my teacher, Miss Kang two years ago. After reading it, I find it kinda meaningful. So, go ahead people, CHECK IT OUT~
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 lie with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that werent 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 at 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 beautiful, too.
Thats why I picked it;here, its for you."
The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colours, 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 midair without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
Thats weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind
I heard my voice quiver , tears shone like the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one
"Your welcome", he smiles, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd have 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?
Perharps from tis 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 that withered flower up to my nose
And breathed in the frangrance 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.
Well, meaningful eh? It made me realise that indulging myself in self pity wasnt gonna help anything. I guess, its like a rocking chair? Gives us something to do but wont get us anywhere.. Comments people! Tell me whether my rocking chair theory makes sense. =))