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…


    AIR   A whisper on the breeze Enveloped me today. From where it came, I know not But yet, it came. As gentle as summer rain, It devoured my senses. Its taste, Sweet and inviting Yet, unlike anything I’ve ever tasted before. It’s sound, Soothing, yet invigorating. It’s texture, Like newly spun cotton…

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