Amidst the weeds I find you,
Little yellow flower,
Thriving in the morning lightness,
Your subtle swaying in the breeze,
You smile at me.
I have found you,
Little yellow flower,
Up through the rocks growing.
Wild. Quiet. Beautiful. Humble. Yellow.
I smile at you.
You have found me,
Little yellow flower,
In my weeds and rocks,
Breathing to thrive,
Swaying.
On This Path 