WEEDS

This pretty flower is not a white rose, although it reminds me of one.

It is actually the flower of a weed, that I found growing amongst the grasses. The flower was actually taken at close range and is only half a centimetre across. But it stood out from the low lying grass blades.

We often overlook such beautiful weeds. In fact, most have small dainty flowers, if we care to stop and admire them. Imagine that we are ants and these would be giant flowers standing in the field of tall grasses.

Such wild weeds are often ignored because they do not immediately capture our attention, but they are beautiful in their own subtle way. Perhaps we should try to conserve some of these weeds for education before they disappear from our world without us even realizing it.

If we can learn to appreciate the beauty of all things big and small, then there will be no weeds in this world.

Until such a world exists when all, regardless of whether we are strong or weak, pretty or ugly, are treated as equals, some of us may also be regarded as weeds in our own families and society. I can only live in hope that this world do exists in our time.