I met a man on the street one day
Everyone he met tried to get out of his way
Not one kind word did he have to say
As he passed by me, he dropped a seed
I picked it up and called him heed
He glared at me, said he had no need
So in my pocket it did go
At home in the garden I'd gladly sow
And wait to see if it would grow
I'd ne'er seen one like that seed before
How I should tend it -- I was unsure
Yet I continued with my little chore
The little seed every day I'd tend
I spoke to it like a sunny friend
And soon little shoots began to unbend
It's leaves were reaching for the sky
The bush was growing rather high
I saw that buds were growing nigh
Finally the bush burst into bloom
Each flower was a wispy plume
Waving away any trace of gloom
One day I saw that man so sour
From whom I'd gotten my lovely flower
Across his angry face a glower
I asked him to come along with me
The plant I wanted him to see
And when he did, he was filled with glee
His reaction made my own heart sing
At the thought of one small simple thing
Over what shared joy can truly bring
And the next time I saw him on the street
I saw every person he did meet
Walk away with a smile most sweet
