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
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