The Little Flower

by Agnieszka 22. July 2011 03:56

One day, a little flower noticed, that people were stopping by …just to look at him …smiling and pointing to its beautifully colored petals and unusual shape. It made him feel very good…he felt their friendly looks and admiration.

 Every morning, little flower was waiting for someone to walk by and take a notice, exclaiming “Look at this pretty flower…simply breathtaking”…  They loved him and he loved them… feeling very special…not like any other flowers around…better, more beautiful, unusual… The little flower couldn’t think about anything else, but how to present himself in the best way, all night long  he was preparing for new meetings ...hoping to make the best impression. He rehearsed every possible option of making himself unforgettable…worked very hard…and even harder, with each passing day…

He didn’t notice anymore the playful cheerfulness and loving warmth of the sun, refreshing and gentle touch of the caring, summer rain or the soft lullaby of the thoughtful wind. The little flower didn’t pay any attention to the surrounding green meadows, full of other flowers.  Secretly he begin to wish, to be all by himself…feeling a little jealous of attention given to his green friends. Days were passing by quickly and fewer people were stopping by…The little flower felt sad and lonely …wishing someone would still love him… The late summer evening was approaching quickly…inviting everyone to smell the symphony of scents. The air was happily humming with a rich life, still holding the memory of the afternoon rain…

 The little flower heard few voices and saw someone, running quickly toward his direction. It was a little girl, followed by her mother…” Look Mom …this flower is …all by himself…so lonely and sad and its beginning to lose his petals…” the little girl exclaimed in the concern voice. The sun was setting down, showering everyone with golden rays and making everything more beautiful.

   “He is not all alone” a girl’s mother spoke with a softness in her voice …pointing to the meadow.

 “ Look at all this amazing  world, which surrounds him…full of other flowers, butterflies, bees, drops of rain, rays of sun…he is a part of it…and could never be lonely… It’s all connected…..We are all connected” she said with conviction.

  The little girl gave a  grin, which  lighted  up her whole face , gently  touched his fading petals  and whispered  “ Beautiful”.

The little flower felt a drop of the rain…touching his petals and slowly  sliding down the stem…he looked around, as if noticing everything for the very first time…He was in the middle of the wonderful place… The little flower wished, he could have seen it sooner…but, it was not too late…the sun was still shining and the wind was picking up, inviting him to a dance… The little flower looked at everyone gently moving to the rhythm of the world…” Beautiful” he exclaimed with a happy smile.




The Little Prince

"People where you live," the little prince said, "grow five thousand roses in one garden... yet they don't find what they're looking for..."

"They don't find it," I answered.

"And yet what they're looking for could be found in a single rose, or a little water..."

"Of course," I answered.

And the little prince added, "But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart."








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