the saintly flower

As i walked, the snow crunching beneath my feet, the clouds drenching me mercilessly and the wind blowing holes through my face,
i saw it.
bright blue in colour and as little as my little fingernail, a beautiful flower.
It was raining and in sub-zero temperatures the water was cutting through our skins and yet this
flower lay there undisturbed , unperturbed by it all.
I couldnt help but wonder that despite its awe-inspiring fury and its fearsome strength, nature could not help making beautiful
things.
These flowers would have gone unnoticed, but that dint bother nature and it continued to make them.

i touched the flower and it was so delicate that the petals almost got crushed with the force of my fingers.
And yet the rain hadnt bothered it.
It had ,infact ,thrived in the snow.
And yet it will die eventually.
And another would take its place and be just as beautiful as it was.
But it will never replace that flower.
it would never be as important to me as that flower was.

people crib about their lives all the time
i have to walk 5 minutes to the bus stop.
my office is too far.
why is it so hot here.
why do i have to work so much.
i get paid too less.
why doesnt anybody like me.

next time you feel like you are having a tough day, think about the little flower noticed by none, braving
the sun, the snow, the cold, the rain, just to make the world a better and beautiful place.