Observation Vs. Judgement

I sit up for the first time & fully soak in my surroundings.

The sun shines above me.

For a little flower – here will do just fine.

I like the shade & protection; safety.

How lucky I am to have been provided this space to call mine.

Thank you, Mother [Nature].

Time passes and occasionally

I see appalled eyes shift in my direction with dismay.

More time judging & Less time observing.

Why can’t they see what I see?

Time passes and occasionally

I see intrigued eyes look with wonder; some even appreciate me.

More time observing & Less time judging.

photo prompt Plant in Van Flower
Copyright-Roger Bultot

This was written in response to: Friday Fictioneers.
The objective of Friday Fictioneers is to challenge yourself to write a 100 word story that is influenced by a single photo. If you’d like to learn more and/or participate, click on the photo prompt above. 

31 thoughts on “Observation Vs. Judgement

    1. It seems to me that many people have a problem seeing the beauty if a lot of things. I wish more people would look past the initial idea that’s implanted in our brains and see things for what THEY see them for. That’s when you see true beauty. 🙂
      Thanks for reading.

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  1. Dear Properly Ridiculous, I think your story is fabulous! I can see kids go by our yard sometimes and pick a yellow dandelion and even my own grand children have done this. Now, if I kill all the pretty yellow flowers, then the white willowy seeds won’t grow and how can I possibly deprive those bright-eyed children of the thrill of making a wish and blowing! Great job! Nan 🙂

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