Feet reclined near water's edge,
the warmth of the Sun,
coolness of the breeze,
Hmm...a little yellow flower.
Standing all alone,
so small,
so proud,
so beautiful.
For a moment I'm reminded of you,
I shall pluck it for your enjoyment!
But wait- maybe instead,
I should leave it alone.
Yes, I'll leave it where it be,
so I can return each day,
and have a pleasant reminder of you.
Perhaps I'll write about it,
maybe in a letter,
and send it to you,
immortalizing its brilliance,
the little yellow flower.
Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 11:24 PM UTC
Feet reclined near water's edge,
the warmth of the Sun,
coolness of the breeze,
Hmm...a little yellow flower.
Standing all alone,
so small,
so proud,
so beautiful.
For a moment I'm reminded of you,
I shall pluck it for your enjoyment!
But wait- maybe instead,
I should leave it alone.
Yes, I'll leave it where it be,
so I can return each day,
and have a pleasant reminder of you.
Perhaps I'll write about it,
maybe in a letter,
and send it to you,
immortalizing its brilliance,
the little yellow flower.