Beautiful

The summer’s day Was hotter than most Clouds lingering overhead With a soft squishiness to the ground As I walked lazily Down the old mountain trail Off to the side Almost hidden by some brambles Lay an old rusted bike frame Probably left behind By a child Or someone Who decided not to carry it home Rusted and bent It just laid there Totally out of place While somewhere in the center Of this rusty old carcus Was a bright yellow daffodil I stood for a while Staring and the remains Wondering where it might have been Before its skeleton Found its way here And what joy it might have brought To some young child Before it died On the side of the road After a few minutes had passed I suddenly realized That this lonely flower rising up Out of the old rusted frame Had completely changed The sadness of this discarded toy It stood out Like a cool glass of water In a land of dry sand Making it appear Almost… Beautiful