The Smallest Moments
I Stand
In a field of dandelions and buttercups
I Think
YELLOW
The suns warms me
YELLOW
Brushing against my bare feet
I spy a dandelion who's life is spent
It's only wish is to give yellow to a new life
I pick the fragile stem and hold it high
Blowing softly, smoothly
Light white parachutes flow through the air
The most memorable moments
The smallest moments
Buttercup under chin
YELLOW
"You like butter"
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