Through a Child's Eyes
Golden yellow buttercups growing in the ground.
Dainty little female child, eyes with wonder round.
“Beautiful,’’ the child beamed. Face alight with joy.
“Weeds,’’ retorted Nanny Grey. Foot poised to destroy.
Trembling tears that filled her eyes caught the golden glow.
Mirrored in the child's heart, truth we need to know.
Some see beauty in this world, others may not heed.
Common Lesser Celandine, never was a weed.
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