Wild yellow buttercups are beautiful , they are both strong and delicate all at once ,such is the wonder of nature. As my eyes feast on these splendid flowers dancing in the wind I notice a tiny daisy so pretty in the grass that I have to kneel down to really admire the delicate petals perfectly formed around a tiny sun evoking wonder now within a reality of its existence . Momentarily saddened by a random thought that destruction lives constantly at its side. This destruction could come in many forms , stormy weather, a large foot, a hungry beast or a child making daisy chains, all these forces could destroy the beauty I now behold .
The daisy does not lose its magic for me in the knowing of these things in fact it makes me all the more determined to enjoy its picture now etched on my heart and held warm within my soul of a beauty too lovely too last forever in the grass but lovely enough to last forever in my heart.