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 .