So fragile in your tiny life

Many ravages can destroy

You stand there oblivious of it all.

One foot , one storm, one heavy shower of rain can blow you out.

Dignified in your natural purity

A tiny blemish on one of your petals

Brings a tear to your memory.

Of how the sun shone on you and hid the tiny blemish that reminded death.

I wrote this poem whilst studying in Maynooth , walking through those magnificent grounds , where everything was illuminated. The little butter cup so perfect I remember lying on the grass to photograph it , its fragility struck me as the perfect eg of how delicate and fragile we humans are .


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