Yellows
Some call them weeds, I call them wishes.
& every year, as those persevering perennials decorate my yard, I’m reminded of the pure simpleness of a dandelion. So pardon me for questioning the powers that be, but as far as I’m concerned, it’s a matter of opinion.
Because if you’ve ever been gifted one of these beauties
by a sincerity-filled heart,
or noticed the sparkle in the eyes, as a wish is whispered and whooooooshed ??
you realize, it’s allllll in the way one looks at things.
& yep,
I sure do love those yellows.
