Today
a yellow weed
blossoms
bringing happiness
beauty
and individuality
to a pasture
of plain green.
Tomorrow
each yellow petal
will evolve
into white wishes.
Innocently standing tall
awaiting her opportunity
to transform
unspoken desires
into reality.
But then
you came along.
Plucking her small
brittle stem
from the earth.
Her sticky blood oozing
out the open wound.
Blowing
your harsh winds
against
her fragile
soft hair.
Forcing
each speck of
beauty and magic
to gently float
away.
The words
you had whispered
in her ear
are now nothing but
a dying wish.