Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, for the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that were not 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 found!".

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitful sight, with its petals all warn down not enough rain, or too little light.

Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, I faked a smile and then shifted away.

But instead to retreating he sat next to my side and placed the flower to his nose and decleared with overacted surprise, "It smells pretty and its beautiful too. Thats why I picked it, here its 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 in mid-air without reason or plan.

It was then that I noticed for the very first time that the weed toting boy could not see, he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun and 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 beneth an old willo tree.

How did he know about my self indulged plight? Perhaps from his heart he had been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a 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 mine.

And then I held that wilted flower upto my nose and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose.

And I smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand about to change the life of an unsuspecting old man......