I want to be a daffodil…

 

I want to be a daffodil. 

stare at the trees 

and the sky,

bathe in sunlight 

all day for energy.

common enough 

to not be plucked 

for a bouquet,

but delightful enough 

to make the place I sit,

and only change by living in, 

a better place for it.

 
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