So small…barely noticed…I only found you because I was looking down at my feet. There you were, among the mossy green blades of grass. You were no bigger than the head of a pin. I would have walked on by, like all the others, had I not been meandering slowly deep in thought.
You did not stand out like the red poppies, the delicate orchids or the bright sunflowers. No, you had a quiet loveliness. But you were there…steadfast and enduring and graceful.
I knelt down and gently touched your petals. Though small, you were perfectly formed. Each petal exquisitely colored in a lavender blue with a bright spot of sunshine in the middle. Tiny mirror images of the heavens above.
You seemed to say “Look at me. I am here. I know I don’t stand out like the glorious rose, but I will be there in your darkest moments, growing gently and persistently at your feet. Giving you something to smile about…even when you are looking down.”
For some reason, I wiped a tear away as I lovingly touched the blossoms. “I see you,” I whispered and I realized that you were, in your own small way, perhaps the most beautiful flower of all.