NEVER PICK A WILDFLOWER

 “Grandma look! Wildflowers!” I’m going to pick one for you and one for me.”

Grandma smiled, shook her head then said, “I think it’s best to let them be.”

“Some people think wildflowers are ours to pick…but I have to disagree…

Wildflowers are for us enjoy as they feed the butterflies and bees.”

"I will never picked a wildflower…not knowing how long that seed has waited…for its moment in the sun…for its bloom to be created.”

“I will never pick a wildflower…knowing once I pick it…it immediately begins to die…knowing the flowers that surround her…immediately begin to cry.”

“Every wildflower is beautiful…I consider every one…a friend.

How can I pick one knowing the moment I pick it…its beauty begins to end?”

“No, Instead I choose to gaze upon the wildflowers…enjoying their colors and their blooms…to breathe the air around them…to inhale their sweet perfume.”

“I’d rather watch the wildflowers as each day they continue to grow. 

I’d rather marvel at how the sunlight and the morning dew makes the wildflowers glow.”

“No, I will never picked a wildflower…I choose to let them be…

Because I understand that wildflowers were not created just for me.”

So the granddaughter, holding her Grandma’s hand, enjoyed the colors…enjoyed the blooms…then closed her eyes and inhaled the wildflowers sweet perfume.

As they walked away the granddaughter looked back and a happy tear fell from her eye…knowing she’s leaving the wildflowers for the butterflies, 

for the bees…

and for the next little girls who passes by.