THE WILLOW TREE

Beneath the long stragggly branches of the old willow tree.
Dissilusioned by life with good reason to frown.
For the world was intent of dragging me down.
And if it weren’t enough to ruin my day.
A young boy approached me all tired from play
He stood right before me his head tilted down
And said with great exciment ‘Look what i found’
In his hand was a flower a pityful sight
With it’s petals all worn not enough rain or to little light
Waiting for him to take his dead flower and go off and play
I faked a smile and 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 it’s beautiful too
That’s why i picked it her it’s for you
The weed before me was dying or dead
No vibrant colours orange, yellow or red
But I knew I had to take it or he may never go
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 mid air without reason or plan
It was then that I noticed for the first time
That weed toting boy couldn’t see he was blind
I heard my voice quiver tears shone in the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one
Your welcome he said as he ran off to play
Unaware of the impact he’d had on me that day
As I sat 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
Perhaps from his heart he’d been blessed with sight
Through the eyes of a blind child at last i could see
The problem was not with the world the problem was me
For all these times I myself had been blind
I vowed to see beauty in life and appreciate every second that’s mine
Then I held the wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy another weed in hand
About to change the live of an unsupecting old man!!!!

anon