Yellow Flowers
Week 8
dandelions
A weed, sunshine yellow
A weed, make a wish
How can something unwanted provide such bliss?
In Spring, she arrives
In Spring, tall and proud
Upon this gem we've all avowed
The fairies, growing within
The fairies, scattered free
Off into the world to hear further plea
Among others, smiling gently
Among others, overlooked
Owner of the land has removal booked
daffodils
A noise that disturbed him from his slumber
He peered out the window to see her there
That skirt a perfect match in his garden
Yellow falling seamless with his flowers
He ran out to meet her, to claim her his
But with his approach the illusion fell
The colour's a tint green he told himself
He could feel she was not what he fell for
Back to his solitude he retreated
Glancing by chance at his prize daffodil
Something about its beauty entranced him
And then he realised where his heart lied
The days moved on, but he stayed fixated
It pained him they couldn’t be together
He grieved his creation as not feeling
It will never know nor return his love
After far too much deliberation
He was struck with the only solution
In his garden he dug under the roots
There he lay down pulling the dirt over
That woman visited many more times
She noted the daffodils had grown great
Becoming more beautiful and vibrant
Yet she felt that something was not quite right
While flowers definitely are lovely
She misses the man that tended to them
Daffodils no matter how beautiful
She would not have traded his company for