My love for flowers is unending. The smell of roses, the quaintness of daisies, the romance of calla lilies. But, there is nothing more Beautiful that a Bouquet of weeds handed to me from little hands, by little boys that have a smile so sweet it melts my heart.
Children see the Beautiful in everything. What we consider to be weeds in the yard, something we try to get rid of, have now become the most Beautiful of all Bouquets. Don't overlook someone/something because of outward apparence. What shines from it can be priceless.