I saw a young girl pick a flower.
Eyes filled with wonder, seeing all the beauty around her.
The wind, being mean, lifted her dress.
Youth, with all its wisdom, shielded her from shame.
To me, all the flowers looked the same.
However her attention was focused on her great find.
What special attributes did that one hold to posses her undivided love?
My heart broke realizing my jaded aged eyes were blind.
Little flying insects flew all around.
Going from one flower to another.
The little girl took no head of the options before her.
All the while, little pests went from one flower to the next.
Mother Nature was orchestrating a fantastic show.
Sun shining; wind blowing; grass swaying
The girl gently tickled her nose.
Swaying back and forth with the partner she chose.