Sunrise buttercup

 

 

 

 

 

There I stood,

Alone in a field of grass.

One solitary perennial weed,

Standing abstractly in the sea of green.

Contemplating the breeze of before,

How it shook my delicate stem and loosened my roots

Yet gave me a silent determination to prevail.

In a field of grass,

Don’t be afraid to be a buttercup…

Sunrise

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