Tell a story – last chapter : Beauty of Cymbidium

This is the last Chapter of my story! The story started with  telling a story. I started with the buds coming out, then they grew bigger and the flowers started to swell, the first flower opened

Now there is only one bud that is not open yet. I posted on July, 2 the opening of the flowers. Today 8 days later it looks like this!







The Most Beautiful Flower
by Cheryl L. Costello-Forshey

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren’t enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, “Look what I found!”

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn — not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then 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; here, it’s for you.”

The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
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 midair without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
“You’re welcome,” he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he’d had on my day.

I sat there 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 true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that’s mine.

And then I held that 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 his hand,
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

Story Challenge letter B: Bear

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My letter B stands for BEAR

Let us take a trip to the Wellington Zoo!

The Malayan Sun bear.

Sun Bears get their name from the yellow-ish mark many have on their chests – that looks like the rising sun.

The last two photos give you a glimpse of  the “rising sun” on its chest.

(Photos taken by Scrapydo’s son 2009)

Sun bears are the smallest of the eight bear species.

They are also known as “honey bears”. Their Malayan name, basindo nan tenggil, means “he who likes to sit high”. Local people refer to it as the “dog bear” due to its small size.

  • Wellington Zoo is the only Zoo in New Zealand that has sun bears, and was the first Zoo in Australasia to successfully breed sun bears in captivity.
  • The Malayan sun bears you’ll see at Wellington Zoo are Sean and his daughter Sasa.
  • Sean was rescued from outside a restaurant in Cambodia by Free the Bears.