Washing the soil completely in a new fresh clean bath.
Brilliant, crisp reflection of sunshine on earth’s floor,
Covering winter’s decay, creating life once more.
All sway in unison as the breeze gently blows,
A dance done over and over again that their bodies already know.
Every tint, every shade from subtle to very bold,
My endless path of sunshine, is a treasure of pure gold.
Braver and more daring, than most living things,
This creation escaped winter and ushers in spring.
My annual prompting, earth’s alarm, God’s gentle cue,
Reminding me, lest I forget, that all things are made new.
Beautiful yellow ribbon as far as I can see,
Planted by man, created by God, loved by me.
This little yellow flower shaped like a pucker ready for a kiss,
Could there be anything more beautiful, in all the world than this?
My path lined all in yellow, my reminder of where I came from,
Oh sing your song of spring to me and of promises sure to come.
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Daffodils have always been my favorite flower. At my grandmothers, as a kid, her driveway was lined with them. I loved to pick them, thinking I’d pick every single one. Everyone else, knowing I never could, would snicker and then encourage me to try.