Everyone was looking up and admiring the grandeur of the trees that stood above them.
“How tall they are!” “How majestic!”
…Everyone except one, that is.
A boy was looking downward, admiring a tiny violet, growing all alone on the ground below. Among the giant, impressive trees, one could barely look twice at a shy, little flower, living its quiet life partially hidden in the grass.
But the boy did notice. In a forest full of beauty that towered above him and surrounded him like an army of giants—beauty that was obvious, seeming to shout “look at me!”—he would not dismiss or underappreciate the beauty of smaller, quieter things.