Poetry: Drops of Gold

Yellow beads, like drops of gold, Shine brightly in the light… Striking stems, a green so bold, Helps lift them up a height… Growing close, a place unplanned, You’d surely call them wild… Some a weed, that would be banned, Their presence quite reviled… Pictured here, their beauty clear, I hope a better fate… LivingContinue reading “Poetry: Drops of Gold”