So small…barely noticed…I only found you because I was looking down at my feet. There you were, among the emerald 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. Granting you beauty and 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.