One day I was walking on his own alley, familiar to me from childhood. I never noticed anything strange here or bad, but this time my walk I was surprised. On the ground lay a little shabby and trampled flower. I do not know why, but I'm obsessed with thoughts come to my mind:But once this jaded flower was beautiful, graceful, full of life and sunlight, from which he became more and more beautiful. And who want to kill such beauty? After the flower is the same as a living being and we, too, is in need of love. And why do not we just watch this beauty?Why does a man live so much cruelty, which he pours possible not only on the flowers? At that moment I thought that if the man was a flower he would not have liked it. So let us live and we treat everything as you would like, what would treat you. After all, with love and enjoy the beauty of this flower as it would be much easier and longer ...
