The Blossom That Would Not Blow Away

There once was a fabulous blossom which clung onto the branch of its tree even though the wind blew so hard that it blew away all the other blossom petals and hung on, even when the Autumn winds came and all the leaves upon the tree that once had been green turned to hues of fire and fell upon the ground and it even hung on through the harshest, coldest winter when snowflakes, like ice cold blossoms of white scattered from the cherry tree of heaven, were falling all around.

And, one winters day when it was particularly harsh and cold, a old grey haired man who had watched the little blossom hang on all through the year asked it,

“Little blossom, how is it that you manage to hang on through stormy wind and rain and even winter ice and snow?”.

“It is not so remarkable”, the blossom replied in a voice as happy as the spring, “For I see a golden blossom clinging within the branches of your heart that has been there ever since you were a young boy and your heart filled with blossoms of gold”.

“You see that within my heart?”, asked the old man, amazed.

“Yes”, it replied, “It is the blossom of wonder; that part of youthfulness that needs never be diminished by time and, like me, it continues to hold onto the branch because there is always something new; some remarkable or simply beautiful thing in this world to fill it with wonder”.